Wen Nanfang rode back to the palace without any unusual behavior. As soon as he entered the side official residence where he lived, he asked his personal attendant Qingyun to help him bathe and change clothes.

"Master, why are you injured?" Qingyun took off his robe after serving Wen Nanfang, and noticed the wounds on his thighs that had blood scab on them, and breathed out in a low voice.

Wen Nanfang lowered his eyes and said softly: "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound."

"But it will be difficult for you to follow the master?"

Qingyun is a practitioner. He looked closely at the bloody hole on Wen Nanfang's leg, and then thought about the weapons that Bian Hongxiong loved to use, and his face showed anger.

"My lord, Sui, we obviously came from the same school as you. No matter how bad our relationship is on weekdays, how could I hurt you like this?"

Wen Nanfang shook his head and looked back at Qingyun calmly. He, who was always friendly to his subordinates, rarely showed a bit of authority on his face. He ordered in a low voice: "Get some gold sore medicine and bandage it."

"promise."

Qingyun did not dare to say anything else. He respectfully stepped in and accepted the promise, then turned around to get the golden sore medicine.

At the same time, in a bedroom in the side hall of the palace, Lin Wanniang, who was removing her hair and putting on hairpins in front of the dressing table, moved her left ear slightly and her hands made a movement.

"Sui Bian Hong and Wen Nannan just left the mansion to take action?"

"Wen Nanfang is still...injured?"

Lin Wanniang removed the hosta from her hair and put it back in the dressing drawer. She murmured in confusion: "Is the private relationship between brothers and sisters so bad?"

Lin Wanniang finished taking off her hairpin ring in front of the dressing table, got on the bed, and was about to go to bed. Her right ear moved again, and she suddenly sneered: "Ever since my sister agreed for him to meet Concubine Huai, I have been clinging to my mother every day...

..."

"It's so late and you're still acting coquettish with me... Tsk..." Lin Wanniang shook her head, turned over and closed her eyes to sleep with a look of disdain on her face.

In the guest room in the front yard of the palace, Mr. Yue was leaning on the couch, looking pitifully at Concubine Huai: "Concubine, can't it be okay if my son realizes his mistake?"

Concubine Huai ignored Mr. Yue and just sat beside his bed, doing embroidery seriously by candlelight.

"Mother, concubine, it's been a few days. Isn't it uncomfortable for you to stay by your son's bed and ignore him?"

Concubine Huai didn't even raise her head, and continued to embroider without hearing anything. What she was embroidering was a very red peony.

"Son, are you talking to me? Mother and concubine..." Mr. Yue prolonged the word "mother and concubine" in a very long tone, which was self-evident in his coquettish tone.

Concubine Huai stopped embroidering and turned to look at Mr. Yue who was leaning on the bed with cold eyes.

Mr. Yue felt guilty when he saw Concubine Huai's eyes.

"Mother, my son has realized his mistake. He will not dare to do this again next time."

"Calm down, my son has no choice but to take risks..."

Concubine Huai raised her hand and pinched Mr. Yue's cheek: "Risk? Who told you to take such a risk?"

"Ouch, my son won't dare to do it again next time! Concubine, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Mr. Yue's white and tender face was grabbed by Concubine Huai, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

"Do you know it hurts now?"

Concubine Huai's face finally let out the emotions she had suppressed in her heart, and there was a glimmer of water in her eyes: "Some time ago, when your body hit someone's sword, why weren't you afraid of pain?"

"Concubine, there was really nothing I could do at that time..."

King Quan acts so domineeringly, and every step he takes is under her control.

And he is the only surviving son of his father, so his status is sensitive.

"You don't know..." King Quan's subordinates, even the concubine Lin Wanniang who gets angry when she acts impulsively, are not as simple as they appear on the surface.

How could he not come up with something and let King Quan completely stop his grudge against him?ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

Even if he is really honest, he still has to be trusted by King Quan...

How can King Quan trust someone who doesn't show his loyalty and talks empty words?

When King Quan completely stabilizes the situation, what will he do to save his life?

Concubine Huai loosened her grip on Mr. Yue's cheek and slapped him on the shoulder and arm.

"Ouch——!" Mr. Yue was slapped by his mother and concubine, and his thoughts were interrupted. He covered his shoulders and cried out with a headache.

"How many times have I told you! In front of truly smart people, think less and live longer! Have you forgotten?" Concubine Huai scolded.

When Young Master Yue saw his always smart concubine suddenly saying this, his expression suddenly changed, and he indicated with his eyes that Concubine Huai had ears across the wall.

Concubine Huai glared at Mr. Yue and returned a look that said, "I still need your reminder." She raised her hand and grabbed Mr. Yue's ears, and continued to scold him angrily.

"If you want to live honestly, you should be honest in front of smart people!"

"Playing tricks? Have you ever played tricks on others?"

Prince Yue was grabbed by the ear by Concubine Huai. Because the sword wound on his chest and shoulder had not fully healed yet, he was afraid that the wound would collapse again, so he did not dare to dodge with any big moves, so he had to stay put and let Concubine Huai vent her anger.

"You do this without permission under someone else's nose, and then you show your loyalty and say you are willing to be her subordinate?"

Mr. Yue couldn't help crying out in pain, hoping to make Concubine Huai feel distressed and show mercy to him.

Concubine Huai was obviously very angry and indifferent: "If you think about it carefully, isn't it ridiculous for you to act like this?"

Mr. Yue's screams of pain suddenly stopped. He was awakened by Concubine Huai's words and stood there in shock.

"this......"

"What is this?" Concubine Huai retorted particularly fiercely.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Quan, was able to recruit many talented people to serve and assist her, and he ascended to the throne as a woman. Is he a smart person or a fool?" Concubine Huai asked Master Yue sternly.

Mr. Yue raised his hand to hold his mother-in-law's hand that was still squeezing his ear, and begged for mercy: "If Your Highness, Prince Quan, is a fool, I am afraid there will be no smart people in the world..."

Concubine Huai's eyes fell sternly on the wound on Mr. Yue's chest: "Are you stupid for doing this?"

Mr. Yue was dejected, with tears in his eyes: "Stupid."

Concubine Huai then let go of her hand: "It's all for nothing!"

Mr. Yue raised his hands to cover his red ears, his eyes were red, and he looked pitifully at Concubine Huai, who was standing beside the couch, waving her hands in disdain for pulling his ears and hurting her hands.

"Concubine, my ears are swollen... ugh..."

After Concubine Huai finished training her, and her hands felt comfortable, she began to pack up her embroidery basket neatly, without showing any motherly love. She turned around and walked out, preparing to go back to her dormitory to rest.

Before leaving the house, Concubine Huai muttered angrily: "Sure enough, King Lu's bad bloodline has dragged down my son's IQ..."

"Mother! Oh..." You don't love me anymore?

The door of the room was closed, and Concubine Huai's figure disappeared completely, leaving Mr. Yue alone in the room, feeling that his body and mind had been stabbed by swords.
Chapter completed!