Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

Fusheng's hand holding the medicine bottle tightened slightly, but his tone was extremely calm: "So what if she likes you? Your Highness, the person she likes is you, and Jade Faced Yama is just a title. Fu Sheng is just His Highness's secret guard, before and now, It will be the same in the future.”

Xiao Wanfeng snorted coldly, "You can see clearly."

The thought of having so many love rivals made Xiao Wanfeng feel unhappy.

"Apply medicine..."

Xiao Wanfeng didn't want to let other men take advantage of his injuries and climb into Ali's bed.

A male favorite who doesn't want to be the main husband is not a good male favorite, and a real husband who doesn't want to be the only favorite is not a good main husband.

If you want to do it, be the first. If you want to do it, be the only one.

Yuhua Palace.

Concubine Jade: "You said...the guards who carried out the execution are already dead?"

The secret guard nodded: "Yes, when my subordinates passed by, all three of them were dead. Moreover, all their hands were chopped off, their bodies were burned with irons, and there were whip wounds. Their tongues were all cut, and their kneecaps were shattered. Look. It looks like he was tortured to death, and his death was miserable!"

Concubine Yu thought about it for a moment and knew who did it. She said coldly: "I didn't expect that she was quick to do it. She actually got ahead of me."

Although the three guards acted according to Concubine Yu's orders, Concubine Yu couldn't help but feel angry even though she felt heartbroken and blamed herself.

So, he sent his trusted secret guards to secretly deal with the three guards. However, when the secret guards passed by, it was a step too late.

The secret guard's voice was filled with doubts: "His Ninth Highness seems to really care about His Highness the Crown Prince. Why didn't the Queen tell His Highness that he and His Highness Ninth were not biological brothers? Instead, he allowed His Highness the Crown Prince to misunderstand that he had a broken sleeve and was incest?"

A hint of gloom flashed in Concubine Yu's eyes, "You care? She has grown up next to me, so I don't know what kind of temper she has? She has always been jealous of Qing'er, so how can she really care about him?

Some of it is just a desire to control and possess her own things. If others touch her, she will die. She only uses Qing'er as a toy that can be vented at any time. Privately, she is not sure how to get revenge on Qing'er. "

The secret guard lowered his head and said, "Now that His Highness the Crown Prince is still here, does the Empress want to change her previous plan?"

"This plan is about to change. Please step aside and let me think about it carefully."

Qing'er is the orthodox prince, and only her Qing'er is qualified to inherit the empire of Daqi.

Mu Jinghan and the bunch of little bastards he fathered were nothing more than a group of rebellious officials and traitors with shady names.

The traitors and traitors should all die!

……

In the following days, Xiao Wanfeng seemed to be relegated to the "cold palace". Except for Fu Sheng who was ordered to help him apply medicine every day, Mu Chenyin never came to see him once.

Xiao Wanfeng wanted to shatter the iron chains that tied him and go to Mu Chenyin to recommend himself as a pillow, until Fusheng said: Your Highness said that she knew that the iron chains could not lock Mr. Wanfeng. If Mr. Wanfeng wanted to leave at any time, You can all go.

Xiao Wanfeng could only give up and wait obediently for Ah Li to calm down and come see him.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother, help me!" Mu Jinchi came to the Ninth Prince's Mansion early in the morning, howling and rushing towards Mu Chenyin.

But when he was three feet away, he suddenly stopped and didn't dare to rush forward anymore, because he clearly felt that the aura on Jiu Di's body had changed again. He was no longer the Jiu Di he could put his arms around, but It was the ninth brother who scared him from the bottom of his heart.

As a result, he immediately became more behaved and no longer impatient. He took small steps and gently sat on the chair farthest from his ninth brother.