"Ba"

Jiya screamed and covered her cheek and fell to the ground.

Zhuang Yisui looked gloomy and took a step back, covered her chest, and pointed at her angrily: "Baoshi! What can I expect from you?"

Jiya quickly got up, wiped her tears in a hurry, and kept holding her head: "Princess! It's not about me! I handed over the person to Luo Qing, it's Luo Qing!"

Jiya raised her head, crawled with her hands and feet, hugged Zhuang Yisui's legs, and cried, "It's him! It's all Luoqing, it's all for him to be useless! It's a bad thing about the princess!"

The master looked at her gaze and seemed to want to strangle her to death. Fei Ya didn't care about so much, so he could only push all the responsibility towards Luo Qing.

"ah!"

Zhuang Yisui pushed the objects on the table, hysterically: "Waste! They are all waste!"

Qiya shook her body, covered her lips, and did not dare to cry.

It was at this moment that the door was pushed open with a snap, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

"How angry is the princess?"

Fu Yun stepped in with his hands behind his back, staring at Zhuang Yisui with cold eyes.

Hearing this sound, Zhuang Yisui's whole body suddenly stiffened.

She raised her head tremblingly, looked at the person who came, quickly raised her hand to wipe her tears, and squeezed out a smile: "Why is the prince here?"

Fu Yun walked forward a few steps, and as soon as he saw the scene in the room, a hint of chill flashed through his eyes: "Jin'er is safe and sound, is the princess very disappointed?"

Zhuang Yisui staggered back and fell on the kang, laughing more embarrassed than crying, and was still stubborn: "I don't understand what the prince is saying, Jin'er is safe and sound. As his mother, I am naturally happy-"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yun captured her jaw and pinched her very tightly, causing Zhuang Yisui to tremble.

She looked at Fu Yun in fear, and for the first time in her life she felt panic in her heart.

Fu Yun's eyes were full of fierceness, and he sneered:

"Happy?"

Zhuang Yisui's face was crying desperately. She wanted to break Fu Yun's hand, but she didn't dare to move.

Fu Yun shook her away, stood with his hands behind her back, his voice coldly and ruthless: "If you were released on the battlefield, I would have convicted you of collusion with the enemy."

Zhuang Yisui's body trembled violently, knowing that she could not argue.

"Come!"

Zhang Chong pushed open the door and walked in silently: "Master?"

Fu Yun had a cold eyebrows and pointed at Qiya: "Drag it down and you will die with a stick!"

Qiya's pupils shrank, and she collapsed instantly and kept kowtowing: "Give up your life! Prince, please spare yourself! I know you are wrong! I know you are wrong!"

She went to see Zhuang Yisui in panic. When she was dragged down, she cried and shouted:

"Princess! Princess! Save me!"

Unfortunately, Zhuang Yisui was unable to protect herself, so she could only watch her being dragged down.

Fu Yun suddenly called Zhang Chong and said coldly:

"Let everyone in the mansion go to watch the punishment! Maybe I am too gentle to the backyard, so you are not aware of the so-called things again and again!"

Zhang Chong was a little scared and hurriedly bowed his hand and dragged Yiya down.

After the room was gone, Zhuang Yisui moved, and her throat was dry and said, "Ji Ya was killed by a stick. What should the prince do if he wants to deal with me?"

Fu Yun said disgusted:

"I would rather kill you with a stick!"

Zhuang Yisui thought she would not feel heartbroken, but until now she realized that she was too overestimating herself.

Fu Yun looked at her coldly: "I have an affair with the prince and want to murder the emperor's heir. I will not allow you."

In an instant, Zhuang Yisui suddenly burst into tears and laughed. She retreated uncontrollably: "Is it because I moved the bitch's child, or because I let the prince into the mansion?"

She asked: "Prince, can you tell me clearly?!"

Puff

Zhuang Yisui suddenly knelt on the ground without any strength. She raised her head and burst into tears: "Prince! I am your official wife whom you married!"

"When you indulge Zhou Yun to refute my face, you have thought about it for me!"

Fu Yun heard her vomit all the resentment in her heart, but remained indifferent.

Women have a poor life. In this world, not only in the backyard, but also in prosperity.

A bowl of water is just a joke.

Who is not biased?

If he thinks about her, he will have to grievance Zhou Yun. If the two of them want him to make a choice, there is no need to think too much.

Buzz, Zhuang Yisui's mind buzzed.

She collapsed and beat Fu Yun madly:

"Prince! I hate you! I hate you!"

"It is not what I think of the imperial edict! If you don't want to aggrieved her so much! Why don't you refuse the imperial edict and let her be your princess!"

Fu Yun frowned.

There is no early knowledge in the world.

If he knew that the funeral would be like this, he would be really disrespectful!

Zhuang Yisui seemed to see his thoughts, paused, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahaha--"

She supported the ground and staggered up. She stepped back and looked at Fu Yun with a strange smile: "Everyone else thought that I cooperated with the prince to get rid of that evil seed because I hated Zhou Yun."

Fu Yun's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at Zhuang Yisui. Could it be that?

Zhuang Yisui smiled so hard that she was shaking, and her body was trembling. She said:

"I hate Zhou Yun, but I don't hate her!"

"She hurt me and dealt with me, but wives and concubines have always had different positions! If she doesn't fight, she will die! She has to do that!"

Zhuang Yisui kept patting her chest: "It's like I am!"

"We were destined to be opponents when the imperial edict was delivered!"

Fu Yun frowned, he didn't know what she was going to say.

Or, what's the point of saying this now?

Zhuang Yisui knows that it is useless.

But she can't vomit quickly!

She cried sadly: "She hates me, I hate her, it's all right!"

"But! Master, why are you?"

"Why are you treating me like this!"

"I am your pillow! Even if I die, I will be in the same hole!"

"You and I should be the closest people in this world!"

"But you want her to bully me and insult me!"

Zhuang Yisui was unable to kneel down. She cried so hard that she was so angry that she seemed to be heartbroken: "Master!"

"Since the day you entered the mansion, you have been trampling on me!"

"I'm not willing to give up! How can I bear it!"

"The backyard is uneven! Master, you account for seven points!"

She cried and shouted, "Master! You shouldn't! You shouldn't treat me like this!"

Her tears rolled down, and the word "shouldn't" kept overflowing.

Fu Yun turned his head coldly, but his hands in his sleeves were tightly clasped together. He stepped out and said calmly: "No matter what, you shouldn't touch Jin'er."

"You are the princess, even if you die, you should be decent."

Behind him, Zhuang Yisui sat on the ground weakly, closed her eyes tightly, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes, and she covered her lips and cried bitterly.

What she wants in her life is just the word "decent".

The decent daughter of the banker.

The decentness of the Princess of the Virtuous.

He was extremely stingy with her during his lifetime, and now she is about to die and get what she wants.

She looked above empty and smiled sadly. She was seventeen years old and had a lifetime of desolation.

In Jinhe Garden, Zhou Yun leaned on the soft couch, as if he was a little lost.
To be continued...