The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 196 Where is the princess going?
"Of course we know that you have a noble status, but Concubine Jiang is the Empress Dowager's natal family after all. This is also true for the princess."

Mo Tianhui turned her head and continued walking, her eyes were firm, no matter what, she had to go to participate today, even if she cried to death in the empress dowager's bedroom. "This princess must fight for herself."

Yun Cui had no choice but to continue to follow, knowing that no matter how much she tried to persuade her, it was useless.

"Hey? Where are you going, princess? Did you come to see Lord Ben because you knew Lord Ben had entered the palace?"

An abrupt voice sounded from around the corner, with a touch of teasing.

Mo Tianhui's eyes froze, she turned her head and wanted to walk in another direction.

How could she be so unlucky!

The more you don't want to see anyone, but you will see someone.

If he said that he didn't wait for her here on purpose, Mo Tianhui wouldn't believe it even if he killed her.

"Where are you going, Your Highness the Princess? Why don't you say a word to Lord Ben?" Seeing that Mo Tianhui didn't answer his question, he quickened his pace and turned into the corridor ahead.

The man became anxious immediately, and led a group of people behind him to chase after him, forcing Mo Tianhui into the depths of the tunnel.

Standing in front of Mo Tianhui, the man purposely took a fan and fanned it there, making a suave appearance.

It really made Mo Tianhui want to vomit.

"Go away, you dare to block the way of this princess, you will die!" Mo Tianhui shouted angrily, reaching out to push the other party away, but he didn't want the man to grab her hand quickly.

"Hey! If you want to refuse, please welcome! Ben Hou Ye likes the princess like this, it really makes Ben Hou Ye miss her every day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him burst into laughter, and their eyes were shining with light that made Mo Tianhui uncomfortable.

Yun Cui saw that her master was deflated, so she hurriedly ran up to the man who was molesting the princess: "Master Zhao, please respect yourself, if you let the emperor know that you are in the way of the princess, the emperor will definitely..."

In the middle of Yun Cui's words, a crisp cracking sound resounded throughout the corridor.

"Hey, you, a dog slave, dare to yell in front of Lord Ben. You don't want to live, do you? Believe it or not, Master Ben kills you in minutes?"

Master Zhao Xiaohou slapped Yun Cui across the face, it was not enough, he raised his leg and kicked Yun Cui to the ground, he almost missed it.

Mo Tianhui couldn't bear it when her servant was wronged, she suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Zhao Changqing, you have the guts to attack my princess, what kind of man are you to bully a girl."

Zhao Changqing turned his head and saw that Mo Tianhui's face was flushed with anger, and her apricot eyes were wide open, but filled with a hint of shyness and cuteness.

He couldn't help but smile lewdly: "Okay! Then Master Hou will come to you."

The palace servants who followed Mo Tianhui suddenly became nervous, and they all protected Mo Tianhui behind them.

However, Zhao Changqing's young master is of high status. As servants, they only dared to block him, but did not dare to do anything to him, not to mention Zhao Changqing followed a group of lackeys.

For a moment, Mo Tianhui was forced by him to retreat step by step.

"Zhao Changqing, this is the imperial palace, not your Marquis Zhao's mansion. If you dare to behave wildly here, my imperial brother will not let you go."

No matter how confident Mo Tianhui is, she has to be afraid of this meeting, because she knows in her heart that she will definitely suffer the loss from head-to-head encounters.

What's more, because of Concubine Jiang's relationship, the Empress Dowager attached great importance to Lord Zhao Xiaohou and wanted to marry her to Zhao Changqing, so how could she stand by her side.

Little did she know that the more frightened she was, the more rampant Zhao Changqing became.

When he saw the gleam of fear in her eyes, he was almost excited to the extreme.

How many times have I fantasized about the appearance of the princess Cheng Huan at her knees, maybe today I can really cook rice.

"Princess, come on."

ps: The little cuties who are still there raise their hands, continue to support, collectively.

(End of this chapter)