The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

"Well, I'm not a bad person. Now that you've walked out, you don't want to go back to that cannibalistic place, right?"

Fuqiu had a charming smile on her face, but the Thirteenth Princess did not feel relaxed at all. Instead, her facial muscles trembled unconsciously.

Seeing Fuqiu like this was like seeing myself struggling in hell, the girl with bells running by, and the state teacher following behind her and giving her a nonchalant glance.

"Wow, wow, you bully me again, I'm going to tell father!"

Thirteen burst into tears, glared at Yun Nian and Fuqiu, wiped her tears and ran out, leaving Yun Nian, who didn't understand, completely confused.

"Did you have an argument? Why is she crying?"

"It's okay, she just likes to cry, you don't have to care about her."

Fuqiu didn't care at all. There were so many people who came to her to show off and then ran away in shame. Maybe it was because she had a good temper?

She was not sure, but Fuqiu did not want to leave an image of a villain in Yun Nian's eyes, so she decided to have someone stop these guys who were trying to cause trouble.

Yun Nian had too much blood drawn from her within seven days, and her body had already begun to feel exhausted. Fuqiu placed her next to her bedroom, and then hurriedly walked to the palace where the old man was.

Before she got close, she heard the sounds of those people having fun. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, but she put on a mask of smile when she was about to step into the palace gate.

"Fuqiu greets father."

She smiled sweetly and approached Korlo. The emperor of Korlo looked around with his cloudy eyes for a few times before he realized that his daughter had walked in front of him.

"It's you, Fuqiu. You're back. How's your work going?"

"Of course it is done, father, you see."

She took out a parchment scroll from her bosom. It was covered with dense and messy lines. At first glance, it looked like a child's doodle.

But Korro's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good, good, my son is really amazing. He can even get such a treasure. Humph, I think Daan's luck has come to an end. It's time for me, Ke Luo, to dominate the world."

"Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is wise!"

The people below shouted in unison. In this huge palace, turbid eyes were everywhere. However, the voices that responded were uniform. Fuqiu had a smile on her face, but her heart was cold.

She found this parchment scroll in Ning Sinian's basement. Alfalfa probably didn't expect that such a thing could be hidden in the tightly fitted bricks and stones.

The legendary treasure map, the messy lines on it are actually roads. If you can crack the secret, you can find the legacy left by the previous emperor.

However, Fuqiu did not have high hopes for this. She had already copied a study herself, but she still did not understand it.

The old man's greed is endless. He is always devouring and plundering, but he never cares to see what kind of miserable life his people are living in.

"Very good, Fuqiu, you have done such a good job, I should reward you, I have already sent the gift to your palace, hahahaha."

He waved his hand, signaling Fuqiu to retreat.

“Has it been delivered?”

She was somewhat surprised and confused. When she turned around, she saw the corner of the clothes hidden behind the pillar. Thirteen was hiding behind and glaring at her, but she didn't dare to disrespect her in front of the old man.

"Go and file a complaint."

Fuqiu mouthed the words, and the other party was so angry that he punched the pillar hard, and then she left with a smile.

The voices inside began to sound again, the princess, the prince, the palace maids and the guards, the drawn-out tones entangled together, decadent and licentious, but what did this have to do with her?

Fuqiu walked along the long corridor, just like walking on a bridge in a lake, walking calmly and indifferently, leaving everything behind.

Urtu stopped at the corner, apparently waiting for her, but Fuqiu just glanced at him and ignored him, and she did not try to keep him.

She knew what Urtu wanted to say. It was nothing more than words of love, but love was too cheap.

Everyone in this palace is saying they love you. They love you today, and someone else tomorrow. After being intimate with each other, they send their lover away without mercy.

Fuqiu had seen through all of this a long time ago, and she had no intention of giving her heart away.

Sometimes when she looked at Yun Nian, she would envy that girl, the girl loved by her brother, who was as pure as a crabapple in spring.

She was gentle, delicate, kind, and sincere, which made Fuqiu, who approached her with malicious intent at first, feel ashamed.

She herself felt that she was wild and strange, but Yun Nian had never said so, and perhaps had never even thought about it. The way she looked at herself was no different from the way she looked at her good friend.

Fuqiu is an ordinary woman.

Yun Nian's eyes told her so.

Her long braid swept past Urtu. He looked like he wanted to reach out and grab it, but he didn't. He just watched her go away in silence again.

Fuqiu hadn't returned yet, and Yun Nian had already started to get restless. When she woke up, she wanted to look for someone, but when she came out, she saw all kinds of shirtless men. She was so scared that she quickly hid back.

Unfortunately, she couldn't speak Ke Luo's language, and she couldn't understand the maid's explanation. She was completely in the dark.

Fortunately, those people knelt in the yard obediently, with their heads lowered, not daring to act rashly.

When Fuqiu came back, Yun Nian saw that those people's eyes lit up.

"Princess!"

“…Is this the gift he gave me?”

The corners of Fuqiu's mouth twitched. A yard full of naked men was probably something that only her mentally ill father could do.

"Tsk, this is so annoying, call the Imperial Master over."

Yun Nian quietly came to her side and asked curiously,

"Are these all your husbands...lovers?"

She originally wanted to ask if it was her husband, but after thinking about it, she changed to a more appropriate word.

The other party waved his hands repeatedly.

"These are not it. I don't have a lover either. They... how should I put it? They are just like Yaohua and Fuyun that you saw before. We are just... just..."

"It's just a physical relationship."

When Fuqiu was struggling, a cold voice interrupted her. Song Yanga seemed to have rushed over. His collar was a little wrinkled and his face was ashen.

The pair of unkind eyes looked at the men in the yard, as if they wanted to throw them all into their furnace.

"Come, take them all away. As for you,"

He turned and looked at Yun Nian.

"I need to talk to her. Your guard is in the Astrology Building. Go find him yourself."

After saying that, he dragged Fuqiu into the room, leaving Yun Nian stunned.