Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

After saying this, a flash of pain flashed in Jiang Qianqiong's eyes, and she turned around and ran away.

As the son of a general, he had his own pride before.

But when did he start to become unlike himself?

He has completely turned into a man who was kept in captivity in the backyard and only knows how to fight for the favor and jealousy. He even learned to confuse right and wrong and frame him, competing with all the warblers in the house for favor, just for a look back from his beloved.

"Brother Zhengfu..."

The beauties brought by Jiang Qianqiong were afraid that Jiang Qianqiong would not be able to think about it, so they hurriedly chased them out.

It's not that they respect or like Jiang Qianqiong as a real husband. In the final analysis, it's for their own selfish reasons.

Although Jiang Qianqiong had a bad temper, was unruly and willful, and always scolded them, she never deducted a cent from them when it came to food and clothing. Sometimes she would generously reward them with good things when she got them.

In terms of conscience, apart from being afraid of his identity as the son of a general, they were actually quite good. If this gentleman couldn't bear to think about it and replaced him with a vicious one, who knows whether they would be beaten to death?

Feng Qiuyan looked at Jiang Qianqiong's leaving figure, clenching her fists slightly, and the memory of her previous life reappeared in her mind.

The cold and peerless figure kicked open the door with blood all over the floor. Outside the door were the corpses of countless secret guards, with severed limbs and remains scattered all over the ground.

Through the red gauze curtain, two overlapping figures can be faintly seen on the bed.

As if she had discovered her arrival, the woman on the bed got up and lay down, put on her coat slowly, and smiled evilly at the figure that looked like a god of murder. She no longer had the gentleness she had deliberately pretended to be in the past.

"It's no wonder that Xiao Wanfeng has been favored by A Yin for many years. It feels really good. This man is even more wanton in bed than the young man in Chu Feng Pavilion. His screams of ecstasy really make my bones go numb.

Otherwise, how about I give the weak Liu Fufeng to A Yin, and A Yin gives you, a half-dead little boy, to the imperial sister to play with for a few days? "

Mu Chenyin's cold eyes flashed with blood, "Except for me, no one can touch him. Whoever touches him will die!"

As soon as the words fell, the sword with a cold light, carrying the murderous intention to destroy the world, ruthlessly penetrated through the fluttering gauze and penetrated Feng Qiuyan's chest.

Feng Qiuyan fell to the ground and looked at that peerless face like ice and snow in anger and shock.

"You actually killed me for a man?"

She had imagined many possibilities. She knew that she might be angry, turn against her, or hurt her, but she never thought that she would actually kill her for a man.

There was no trace of human expression on Mu Chenyin's face, some were just ruthless and bloodthirsty, but when she hugged the man on the bed, there was a hint of warmth and caution.

She just hugged the half-dead man and left without even looking back at the dying woman on the ground.

When she was dying, Feng Qiuyan vaguely saw a figure running in, crying and hugging her.

That was Jiang Qianqiong, her real husband.

"Your Highness, Feng Qiuyan, please don't die. I won't make trouble anymore. Please don't die. What will I do if you die? Wuwuwu..."

"Have you forgotten those vows you once told me? Why? Why did you change? Why?"