The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 220 The Abused Princess (70)

Xiao Chen had something important to do, so he didn't personally send Fusang out of the palace.

When she left, even though she could clearly feel the lingering eyes of the people behind her, and even though she knew that they would never see each other again, she still never looked back.

When the carriage left the palace gate, she looked at the sunny outside from the carriage, and felt unprecedentedly comfortable.

She finally walked out of the cage that had trapped her all her life.

The group entered the Prime Minister's Mansion quietly without disturbing anyone.

The prime minister's mansion is also decorated with lanterns and festoons, which is extremely festive.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, after meeting with the prime minister and his wife, Fusang returned to the room prepared in advance in the prime minister's mansion.

The prime minister and his wife seem to be elegant and kind-hearted, and their every move is gentle and polite, making them hard to fault.

But Fusang sensed that the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was tightly guarded, and her every word and deed was under surveillance.

All of this was arranged by Xiao Chen.

The room is clean and bright, and doesn't need much tidying up.

After a short rest, Fuso had nothing to do, picked up the books on the desk and flipped through them casually.

After a while, Dan Yu led a group of servants and pushed the door open.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty ordered someone to deliver something."

A group of servants held various objects in their hands and placed them in corresponding positions under Dan Yu's command.

They are all everyday objects, but they are all used by Fusang.

Although she only stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion for a few days, Xiao Chen hoped that she could live comfortably.

I have to say that although the dog emperor is not a human being when he is a dog, he still looks like a human being when he is not a dog.

The servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion were extremely agile, and within a short time everything was almost done.

Everyone was about to retreat, but the Dan language called out to one of them.

"Hey, don't go, the position of the screen is wrong, come here and adjust it."

Fusang looked up.

The boy who was stopped by Dan Yu was thin and thin, with his head bowed and his back hooked so he couldn't see clearly.

"Yes."

The boy responded, and limped to the screen under Fusang's gaze.

Seeing his inconvenient appearance, Fusang's heart ached for no reason.

This is not the first time that this kind of grief has arisen in vain, the tip of his nose is sour, and the sockets of his eyes are already red.

After the boy put down the screen, a pair of embroidered shoes appeared in his field of vision.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, he did not straighten up, but still kept his head bowed: "Greetings to the girl."

His voice was low and rustling, and his throat seemed to have been damaged.

"Don't you look up at me?"

Her voice sounded calm, but upon close listening one could detect a vulnerability.

There seemed to be something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow or vomit, and he couldn't make a sound because of the pain.

The sound that had appeared countless times in his dreams suddenly rang in his ears. He was at a loss for a moment and had no strength to even lift his steps.

After opening his lips a few times, he managed to find his voice, but he tried his best to look humble: "I dare not."

"But you are not a slave."

The soft cry impacted his efforts to stabilize his mind. Even without raising his head, he could still imagine her face bursting with tears at this moment.

He was afraid that if he stayed for a while longer, he would lose control of himself.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the pain brought him back to his senses and suppressed the rushing emotions in his heart.

He turned around and was about to step away, but in the next second, Fusang strode forward and hugged him tightly from behind.

"You are not a slave, you are my elder brother and my son-in-law!"

The soft body clinging to his back stopped him on the spot, and his rationality told him that now was not the time to recognize each other, but he could hear the mournful cries of the people behind him, and look at the tightly wrapped arms around his waist. , he couldn't bear to push her away no matter what.

"Meng Qi, I miss you so much, can you turn around and hug me?"

The cries that were almost begging made his rationality collapse.

(End of this chapter)