The irascible and mad concubine whose soul traveled through ancient times has room

In the middle of the night, Wen Ning woke up from his dream and did not see Mo Chenyuan's figure. Wen Ning knew that Mo Chenyuan had not returned all night, and his heart felt a little sour.

"winter snow"

Dongxue, who was on duty outside the door, heard Wen Ning's call and quickly opened the door and came in.

"Princess, what are your orders?"

"Where is the prince?"

Dongxue hesitated a bit

"Princess, the prince is busy with something and has not come back yet."

Dongxue's expression couldn't be hidden from Wen Ning. Wen Ning felt his heart sinking and had a bad premonition.

"Where is the prince?"

Dongxue was a little panicked and stuttered when speaking.

"King, Princess, it's still early, Princess should take a nap."

As he said that, he quickly came over to cover Wen Ning with a quilt. Wen Ning felt that there was something wrong in his heart, and his tone was a little more serious.

"I asked you where the prince is and what you are hesitating about."

Dongxue was startled by Wen Ning's stern tone and quickly knelt down

"Your Majesty, you are here, in the second lady's room."

Wen Ning felt a little relieved. Wen Ning completely trusted these two people, but Wen Ning suddenly realized that in the middle of the night, in Xi'er's room?

Without caring about anything, Wen Ning lifted the quilt, stood up, put on his shoes and started to walk out. Dongxue was startled, quickly got up and stopped in front of Wen Ning, then knelt down.

"Princess, it's getting late. If you have anything else, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Wen Ning didn't stop, walked around Dongxue and walked out the door. Dongxue was at a loss, gritted her teeth, picked up the cloak and chased Wen Ning out of the yard.

As he walked, he sent the cloak to Wen Ning.

"Princess, please walk slower, the road is slippery, be careful of falling."

Wen Ning seemed as if he hadn't heard anything and kept walking forward, feeling increasingly uneasy in his heart.

As soon as he reached the door, the sound in the room made Wen Ning stagger a little.

"Your Majesty, my sister will kill Xi'er if she finds out."

"Xie'er, don't be afraid. She won't dare to do it when I'm here."

"But Your Majesty, Xi'er is just an orphan now and is not worthy of the Prince. If my sister finds out, she will break up with the Prince. Xi'er doesn't want the Prince to break up with her sister."

"The princess is not an orphan, and she can still be my king's princess. Don't worry, Xi'er. Tomorrow the king will raise Xi'er to be his equal wife. She doesn't dare to say anything."

Wen Ning felt that the world had collapsed, and he was stunned on the spot at a loss. His tears unconsciously fell to the ground, blending with the white snow.

He raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to open the door to see what was going on, but he still didn't have the courage, so he quietly retracted his hand and couldn't help but make a fist.

No longer feeling nostalgic, Wen Ning turned around and left. As the world collapsed, Wen Ning's mind went blank. He staggered along the way. If it hadn't been for the support of Dong Xue, Wen Ning would have fallen in the snow and wouldn't have been able to get up.

Until I returned to the room, closed the door to Dongxue, ignored Dongxue's hurried knock on the door, endured the tears all the way and couldn't hold on any longer, and burst into tears.

Wen Ning huddled in the corner, hugging his knees tightly, burying his head in his knees, sobbing silently, and licking his wounds. It seemed that only in this way could he give himself a little sense of security.

Until dawn broke in the sky, Wen Ning tried hard to hide all the pain in his heart. The stubbornness in his bones did not allow Wen Ning to admit defeat.

Now that we have come to this point, we must behave decently. Wen Ning wiped away his tears and looked up at the roof, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.

But who said that tears won’t flow when you raise your head? They will still come out from the corners of your eyes, streak across your temples, and hide in your hair.

Wen Ning stood up and opened the door. The sun shone in the white snow, stinging his eyes.

"princess"

Ignoring the anxious people outside the door, Wen Ning stretched out his hand to block the sunlight.

"Groom me"

Wen Ning softly uttered four words in his hoarse voice, which made his throat hurt.

After saying that, he turned around and entered the room, sat down in front of the dressing table, and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

After everyone had finished washing up, they seemed to see themselves in the mirror even more luxurious than usual, but the heavy makeup couldn't cover their eyes that were swollen from crying.

Before entering the front yard, the crackling sound of fighting reached Wen Ning's ears, and Wen Ning became a little irritated.

"Your Highness, Mr. Shen, please stop fighting. Ah Qi, please separate them quickly."

Xi'er's delicate voice came. Wen Ning closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked into the front hall. When he saw Wen Ning walking in, Xi'er was startled and trotted over and knelt in front of Wen Ning.

"elder sister"

Just two words, Xier has no other language

Wen Ning shouted sharply, but his hoarse voice seemed a bit unpleasant.

"stop"

The two people who were fighting together stopped their movements when they heard Wen Ning's voice, and both looked at Wen Ning. The moment Mo Chenyuan saw Wen Ning, he was a little panicked.

"A Ning"

Shen Yi sneered, his expression showing sadness

"Hey, the rightful owner is here, just in time to witness their loyal love."

The words "loyalty and unswerving" were bitten hard by Shen Yi, and Xi'er, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little panicked.

"Sister, it's all Xi'er's fault. Xi'er is sorry for you. Don't blame the prince. Don't let Xi'er affect the relationship between sister and the prince."

While talking, he crawled over and tugged on Wen Ning’s clothes.

Mo Chenyuan looked at Xi'er like this with a somewhat displeased expression. He strode forward, held Xi'er's arm with one hand, and protected Xi'er behind him.

"Wen Ning, Xi'er has already apologized to you, what else do you want? You are saying that that man does not have three wives and four concubines, why can't you tolerate Xi'er so much?"

Wen Ning couldn't believe it, tears were about to burst out of his eyes, but he was suppressed by his strong self-esteem.

"Your Majesty, I can't tolerate her? Have I spoken?"

Mo Chenyuan was full of impatience. Before Mo Chenyuan could speak, Shen Yi spoke softly, his tone full of humble supplication.

"Xie'er, I am sincere to you. Come with me. As long as you are willing, I don't care about anything, okay?"

Wen Ning and Mo Chenyuan couldn't help but cast their eyes on Xi'er. Xi'er felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. After looking at Mo Chenyuan, she spoke firmly as if she had made up her mind.

"Mr. Shen, Xi'er has no wrong thoughts towards Mr. Shen. Xi'er only likes the prince."

The corners of Mo Chenyuan's mouth curled up slightly, completely ignoring Shen Yi's grief-stricken face, and spoke calmly.

"Shen Yi, did you hear clearly? Xier doesn't like you?"

The humility in Shen Yi's expression gradually turned into madness

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, don't regret it, haha, I will help you, and I wish you two to grow old together, hahaha, Mo Chenyuan, I, the Shen family, will sever all ties with you today."

After saying that, he ignored Wen Ning, who was standing at the door, and left with a big smile.

Wen Ning staggered, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell straight towards the door frame. Mo Chenyuan was startled and wanted to step forward to help Wen Ning. Xi'er pulled the corner of Mo Chenyuan's clothes, and Mo Chenyuan regained his composure. The deputy's indifferent expression

Wen Ning hit the door frame with a bang. His forehead was instantly red and swollen. Fortunately, there was no bleeding.

Wen Ning felt pain and cursed in his heart, "Fuck you, sir. Once I catch you, I will hit you hundreds of times a day."

There was indeed sadness on his face, and he looked at Mo Chenyuan in disbelief. Mo Chenyuan, who used to feel distressed even if his skin was scratched, now just watched with cold eyes.