The princess is rebellious and brings space to make trouble for the villain

The prince roughly tore off her clothes.

It weighed heavily on her.

Princess Ling'an grabbed the curtain tightly, opened her eyes, and felt this bridal chamber that did not belong to her.

The next night.

Fang Zhirou was carried into the Eastern Palace in a sedan chair.

Princess Ling'an was already waiting at the back door.

When he saw Fang Zhirou's sedan chair, he waved his hands.

The bearer then put down the sedan chair.

Fang Zhirou thought they had arrived, so she got out of the sedan chair.

Looking at the woman in front of her wearing a bright red wedding dress, Fang Zhirou was slightly stunned, "Princess Ling'an?"

"Fang Zhirou, once you enter the East Palace, you are a servant. Do you remember that?"

"Princess Ling'an, I am the prince's woman, how can I be a slave?"

"A concubine is a slave, you know that, right?" She looked at the delicate hands with an evil glance.

"I……"

"Someone, come and slap me in the face."

After hearing this, the personal maid Lan Ruo rolled up her sleeves, walked up to Fang Zhirou and raised her hand.

"Snapped!"

"Ah," Fang Zhirou covered her face, "Princess Ling'an, why did you hit me?"

"Why?"

Princess Ling'an had wanted to beat her for a long time. From the moment she humiliated herself and climbed onto the prince's bed, she wanted to rub her hard.

Looking at that veiled face at this moment, hatred was even stronger.

It reminded her all the time of Fang Shiwan's domineering behavior.

"I am now the Crown Princess, and you keep calling me Princess. How dare you call yourself that?"

"You are such an unruly person, Lan Ruo, smash her mouth."

"Yes, Princess."

After several slaps, Fang Zhirou was knocked dizzy.

Fell to the ground alive.

Princess Ling'an felt relieved when she saw her like a lost dog.

"Take Concubine Fang to her courtyard. She is not allowed to come out without my order!"

"Yes, Princess!"

Fang Zhirou's eyes turned red.

She pinched her palms tightly to prevent herself from crying.

She was beaten by Princess Ling'an before she even entered the Eastern Palace.

It’s all Fang Shiwan’s fault.

If it weren’t for Fang Shiwan, she wouldn’t be the one being beaten now.

She hates!!!

Fang Shiwan looked at the contest between pink and red in the night and smiled.

It will be lively in the future.

She then started practicing her Qinggong skills and prepared to leave.

But suddenly he threw himself into someone's arms.

"Mo Qitian?"

"Shh!"

"Wan'er, you want to go for a ride?"

Fang Shiwan wanted to crawl into the hole. She smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes. Hehe."

"The wind here is stinky. Come on, I'll take you for a ride."

Without waiting for Fang Shiwan to reply.

Mo Qitian hugged her waist and flew to the other end.

The figures of the two danced in the night sky, drawing an arc in the moonlight.

The black and white add a touch of vitality to the silent night.

Mo Qitian took her to the rooftops of attics one by one.

Fang Shiwan gazed at the dim lights below. The quaint tiled houses looked particularly charming in the night.

"Wow," she exclaimed.

She came from a modern world full of skyscrapers, and now she is in this environment full of ancient charm. She is so shocked that she cannot express in words.

She turned her head and looked at Mo Qitian beside her.

The indifferent night sky poured down on his slender figure. There was a faint smile on his angular profile, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

He has an innate nobility and kingly aura.

Mo Qitian turned his head, and their eyes met in the air. Each other's figures were reflected in their pupils, as if at this moment, the relationship between the two was brought closer again.

Mo Qitian reached out and tidied up the loose hair on her forehead.

"Wan'er, look, that's your mother's mansion, and over there is the general's mansion." Mo Qitian smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing towards the distance.

Fang Shiwan came back to his senses, looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the figure clearly.

My grandma and grandpa were admiring the moon, and my cousin was chasing and playing in the yard.

Mother is reading in the yard.

This kind of peaceful and tranquil scene is what she longs for in modern times.

After being used to a life of fighting and killing, she actually found a little peace here.

"very nice."

But suddenly she turned her gaze and looked in the direction of the Shangshu Mansion.

It was discovered that Minister Fang was arguing with Aunt Lin, and the old lady fell to the side.

She curled her lips into a smile.

"Mo Qitian, do you remember what happened to the Minister of Revenue sixteen years ago?"

"What happened?" Mo Qitian met her gaze.

"I suspect it was a scam sixteen years ago. A few days ago, I accidentally heard my grandmother let it slip, and then my father silenced her."

It was that night when the Taoist priest was invited to exorcise evil spirits.

The old lady said that she was just like her sinner father. She wanted to hear more, but Minister Fang blocked her mouth.

"Sixteen years ago, I was only two years old, Wan'er, but I heard my mother mention it once."

"It seems that the Minister of Revenue was corrupt, but the crime was not serious enough to be executed, so he was exiled. The Emperor was very sad at the time."

Fang Shiwan unconsciously held his hand, "Mo Qitian, can you help me find out?"

Mo Qitian looked at her holding his hand and smiled, "Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

"Really?" Fang Shiwan happily hugged Mo Qitian, "That's great, that's great."

"Mo Qitian, thank you."

She was really grateful to him. She had wanted to say this for a long time.

"You're welcome. You're my wife, and I'm willing to be your husband."

Fang Shiwan then realized that she had gone too far and lowered her head shyly.

Mo Qitian stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly.

"Wan'er, when you come of age, I will marry you, okay?" He said in a soft voice.

Fang Shiwan's heart was pounding.

"Mo Qitian, I am different from other women. I like monogamous marriage. Men in this era either have three wives or five concubines."

"You are a member of the royal family, so it is impossible for you to marry only one."

"I know that what I'm asking is too much, and I don't want to force you."

Mo Qitian stretched out his hand, held up Fang Shiwan's red face, and said affectionately:

"Wan'er, I promise you will be together forever."

Fang Shiwan's heart sank suddenly. She couldn't believe it and her eyes were full of surprise.

"If it weren't for you, I would never marry again in my life. It was your appearance that awakened my extinguished love."

"I am a child of the royal family. I have seen too much sorrow among the women in the harem. When I was three years old, I saw my father's concubine commit suicide and die at my feet. That was the first time I felt the sorrow of my mother."

"Wan'er, if you hadn't appeared, I would never marry in my life."