The queen concubine please

Chapter 447 Excuse: Who would it be?

Ru Ge's words made Ling Feishuang slightly stunned, and she already vaguely understood what she wanted to express.

If you really love him and do your best for him, do you have to disappear by yourself?

However, she promised him that she would never leave again, how could she break her promise?

She promised him, how can she leave?

Seeing her silence, Ruge suddenly thought of something, and then said: "Qingqing, don't get me wrong, even if the eldest brother and the queen mother don't understand, I support you, and I will definitely find a way to help you."

She held her hand and said seriously.

Ling Feishuang looked at her for a long time, then nodded lightly, thought for a while and said again: "Let him go back."

"I know, when I came here, I just watched him enter the palace, and I will go to ask Brother Dahuang in a while, he will definitely be merciful."

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After Ruge left, Ling Feishuang felt more and more uncomfortable. This time, she just met again, and she entered the prison.

Are you going to force yourself to leave?
If so, I wouldn't have come in just now.

It's just that if she resists again, it will only make the emperor target Situ Mo even more, right?
"Princess, don't worry, the prince will be fine." Wu Xin comforted her in another cell.

Ling Feishuang sat back on the straw mat and asked softly, "If it weren't for me, he would be fine now."

"Princess, don't think so. Maybe, princess is just an excuse."

She immediately understood the unintentional words. Thinking of the previous assassinations, she was indeed just an excuse. This time, does Situ Yu want to get rid of them in one fell swoop?

The night is getting deeper...

After spending two days in the dungeon, Ruge would visit her from time to time and tell her about Situ Mo's situation.

He was trying his best to heal his injuries, but there was no movement from the emperor.

At midnight this night, Ling Feishuang was lying on the worn-out straw mat, tossing and turning sleeplessly.

There was an unusual sound of footsteps from the other side of the cell.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, still lying quietly, who could it be?

The cell door she was in was opened, and her brows frowned even tighter, until the man's hand was about to rest on her shoulder, she turned back and attacked him——

(End of this chapter)