Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 140
"In the final analysis, you are too impatient! You acted on your own without discussing with Wei Niang. Now that Xia Jianzhao knows your thoughts, he will definitely be at odds with you in the future. How can you come forward in person and easily expose yourself to others?"

Wenshi spat out a sentence heavily.

Xia Qingxin stood up straight and touched the tears hanging on her face, and said word by word: "I just want to watch her be destroyed with my own eyes, so what if she knows what I'm thinking, even if she makes a big show that I want to kill her?" , she has no evidence, and she is just a humble princess, who would believe her?"

"Maybe I'll punish her for slandering, slandering the Crown Princess, the crime deserves to be punished!"

With a heavy tone, Xia Qingxin's resentment completely covered up her originally delicate cheeks.

She sat back in front of the dressing table and raised her face again, those scarlet beautiful eyes suddenly gushed out a thin silvery purple from anger, mixed with a little hot flame.

Wen Shi walked over and picked up the peach wood comb on the dressing table, combed Xia Qingxin's beautiful hair slowly: "Don't let the crown prince see you like this."

"Men generally like women who are as beautiful as ink painting and tender as water. If you want to win the prince's favor, you have to work harder on yourself. You don't have to worry about other things, mother will take care of it for you."

Xia Qingxin seemed to have thought of something, her pupils shrank, she turned around and grabbed Wen Li's hand: "Mother, have you heard that she has regained her appearance!"

The expression on Wen's face froze.

In less than a second, she regained her previous calmness, continued to make up, and said slowly: "Even if I regain my appearance, I can't become a princess again."

"Since mother can disfigure her and lose her position as a crown princess, she can also make her disappear forever!"

"Xin'er, don't forget your current identity. We will never live our lives based on people's faces like we used to in the Prime Minister's Mansion. You are an incomparably noble princess. You must not lose your demeanor at any time, and you must not be seen by others. Your weakness and helplessness."

"The only thing you have to do now is to serve the prince well and help him unify the great cause. When you ascend to the next position, no one can be a threat to you."

Hearing this, Xia Qingxin's eyes seemed to be strengthened as if she had been encouraged.

The corners of her lips finally curled up at the thought of the back position that was almost within reach.

The violence that had been bubbling in his chest before disappeared in an instant.

It was as if a ray of dawn suddenly shone in after experiencing the despair that had reached the bottom of the valley, and the stretched brows were brimming with strands of pride.

She straightened her body upright, raised her eyebrows and looked directly at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in splendid clothes, and her face was delicate and pleasant. It's just that the bad things she experienced these days made her a little haggard.

Sweeping at the incomparably gorgeous palace through the mirror, the corners of her lips pulled back.

Yes, she is Dacheng's concubine, and she will be the mother of the world in the future.

She does have to be dignified.

She said in a low voice: "Mother, I will remember your words."

"But do you really believe that she has regained her looks?"

Wen's eyes narrowed, and he pulled the corners of his lips viciously: "The rumors are spreading wildly. The servant girl in her mansion saw it with her own eyes. She has indeed recovered her appearance."

"No matter what method she uses, even if she looks like a fairy, she is just the concubine of a lame prince. How can she compare with you."

After a pause, he continued: "Don't worry too much, those who should be eliminated will be eliminated one by one, but you can't act rashly now."

Xia Qingxin nodded hesitantly.

Somewhat uneasy
A cold light flashed in Wen's yellowed eyes, and the hand holding the mahogany comb trembled slightly.
(End of this chapter)