Fascinating Prince: Silly Concubine Peerless

Chapter 222
"Your Majesty, Your Highness just didn't think about it for a while. When he figured it out, it won't be like this." Xiuling comforted Bi Huilan patiently. Since she was a child, she has been by her side all the time, so many things, Xiuling knew all about it.

"really?"

"Really." Xiuling nodded with a smile. Bi Huilan got out of the bathtub and rested on the soft couch. She slept very restlessly tonight.

Prince Leng's Mansion

Di Suhuang was still drinking all day long. On the table was a portrait that the gardener had just painted. It was a portrait of Yan Xin. His hands were gently stroking her hair, her eyes, nose, mouth, and her cheeks... …

"My lady..." Di Suhuang yelled foolishly, and Mo Li remained silent. In the image, even after the death of Concubine Yun, he had never been so depressed. Why?

"master……"

"Don't disturb my conversation with my wife." Di Suhuang sternly stopped her.

Mo Li gritted his teeth and made up his mind, stepped forward and pulled the portrait, crumpling it into a ball of paper, "Enough, it's been two months, do you want to be so low forever?"

Di Suhuang raised his head coldly, with stubble all over his face, "You have no right to intervene in this king's affairs." After speaking, he wanted to grab the portrait and leave, but Mo Li dodged away.

"As long as you don't wake up for a day, I will burn all the portraits of that woman. Don't forget that you still have the blood feud of your aunt, and now add the feud of the princess. Di Suhuang, I beg you to wake up..." Mo Li He stared at Di Suhuang viciously, with a look of hating iron but not steel.

"If you burn it, I can ask someone to draw it again!" As soon as the words fell, his eyes suddenly sank again, and he murmured, "No, I want to draw it myself..."

"You..." Mo Li punched Di Suhuang in the face, "Today I will wake you up for all the dead relatives, and you are willing to fall for a woman..."

Punch after punch came down, but Di Suhuang didn't fight back.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Mo Li suddenly stopped and asked after he didn't know how long he had been fighting.

Di Suhuang's mouth suddenly curled up, "Because you hit it right."

Mo Li slapped Di Suhuang on the shoulder, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and jokingly said: "Next time you do this again, I will definitely kill you with my sword without hitting."

"Okay!" Di Suhuang's piercing eyes were extremely sharp, and he sneered, "Recently, it seems that another big event happened in the palace!"

"what's up?"

"Should be coming?" As soon as Di Suhuang finished speaking, Mo Yan's black figure appeared in the room, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands, and said respectfully: "Master..."

"What news?"

"The empress and the prince had a falling out. The prince was seriously injured and was in a coma for five days and nights. He just woke up before a cup of tea."

"Oh?" Di Suhuang raised his eyebrows, "Do you know why?"

"According to the eyeliner of the Luanfeng Hall, the prince suddenly rushed to the Luanfeng Hall in a fit of anger a few days ago, and ran out angrily within a short time after entering, and then the uncle of the country ran out in a panic. Only Xiuling, the palace maid who was close to her, the prince was injured afterwards, and now the empress and the prince are in a cold war."

"My king knows, let's go down!"

Mo Yan left the room in a blink of an eye, but all this made Mo Li even more surprised, "You? You've always been awake?"

"What? An accident?" Di Suhuang half smiled, but the melancholy look in his eyes couldn't go away. There was always a woman hiding there...

(End of this chapter)