After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

In the corner, there was a thin man being beaten by a group of people.

His fair face, with a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth, was like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow. Instead of looking disheveled, it added a touch of gorgeousness.

His hair was disheveled and a few strands of black hair fell on his cheeks, giving his already thin figure a sense of broken beauty.

But he had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a firm jaw, and thin lips, and he had a stubborn and resolute temperament.

Even though he was surrounded and beaten by so many people, there was not even a hint of begging for mercy in his eyes.

"Girl, don't come over here! I don't want to implicate innocent people, so please take a detour!" The handsome man shouted at Molan.

It’s a pity that it wasn’t Song Mingli. It would have been better if she got off the car herself.

Molan looked at him and was stunned.

This man... looks a little familiar?

Although her dressing style and temperament are different from before, her facial features have not changed much.

Molan has a good memory.

Molan immediately turned around and returned to the carriage.

"What's going on?" Song Mingli asked.

Molan looked strange, "I saw that man in South Village. He was the one who was beaten up, and the princess gave him silver and medicine as a reward."

"Although I wasn't too close, I could tell that he was quite skilled in martial arts. I don't know why he was beaten up by those fancy guys."

Song Mingli also suddenly remembered, Su Zhengyang?

Was he beaten again?

"Maybe, I owe them money?"

"It's only natural to pay back debts, so why don't we just ignore it?" Molan asked.

"How about we help report to the police?" Zi Su also suggested.

"Never mind, let's take a detour."

The last time I gave Su Zhengyang money and medicine, it was just a convenience.

And solve his troubles for him?

Song Mingli is not that kind.

It’s just a detour, so she took it.

As for that group of people, just keep beating them.

Then, Su Zhengyang watched as the coachman jumped off the carriage, pulled the reins, and drove the carriage back out.

The wide carriage pulled out of the road and sped away without stopping.

No?

Don't you care about him?

Isn't she kind and compassionate to the weak?

Is it because I didn’t act weak enough or wasn’t miserable enough?

"Bang!" The thug hired by Shen Yingshi punched him in the face.

"Hiss..." Su Zhengyang took a breath.

Both sides were stunned.

Before the thug could explain, Su Zhengyang punched him in the stomach.

"Ouch..." The man felt pain, covered his stomach, and fell to the ground in a cold sweat.

Su Zhengyang was distracted just now.

He couldn't understand why Song Mingli didn't "help him" today?

So he didn't dodge the opponent's fist.

And the punch he threw was completely out of physical instinct.

Moreover, he was angry, so he didn't hold back his strength in this punch.

"Brother, brother, are you okay?" The thug next to him wanted to help the man on the ground up.

The man was sweating profusely from the pain and couldn't speak.

"I didn't mean it. It was just that just now..." Su Zhengyang wanted to defend himself.

The people on the other side looked at him fiercely, "We know you are powerful, but you can't be so heavy-handed, right?"

"My elder brother didn't use much force in that punch just now. You could have dodged it, but you didn't! Why did you hit my elder brother so hard?"

"I……"

"Don't say anything! Pay more!"

"Yes! You injured our people! You must pay more! We agreed at the beginning that no one would be injured!"

Su Zhengyang: ...

This group of people just want more money.

"Whose family did that car belong to? If you don't give us more money, we will find that family and tell them that you are pretending to be injured and have bad intentions!"

"Whether they believe it or not, it's probably not easy to deceive them!"

A group of thugs began to threaten him.

Su Zhengyang really wanted to beat these people up and make them submit.

But he was afraid that Song Mingli would come back and see this scene, and all his plans would be ruined.

Su Zhengyang had no choice but to bite the bullet and give them the money and send them away.

After preparing for so long, I actually... failed?

Song Mingli left without even getting out of the car?

Su Zhengyang was unwilling to accept it.

"Maybe there are too many people and she is afraid of trouble and doesn't want to cause any trouble..."

Su Zhengyang thought about it carefully.

So he fell to the ground and pretended to be knocked unconscious.

In this way, when Song Mingli comes back and passes by here again, he will always be able to help him, right?

Maybe, they would let him get on the carriage and give him bandages and treatment.

As long as he could get close to him, he could use all the skills that Ji Ying taught him.

First let Song Mingli lower his guard, then be attracted to him... revenge on her and listen to her pleas for mercy, it will be a natural thing!

When she cried and begged for mercy.

He told Song Mingli viciously that he was Su Yi's younger brother! Su Zhengyang!

He wanted to see her look of shock, astonishment, shame, and regret!

right! Just do it!

Su Zhengyang imagined over and over in his mind the scene of revenge and Song Mingli being harmed both physically and mentally, to comfort himself.

After all, it's not a pleasant feeling to lie on the bluestone floor and pretend to be unconscious.

During this time, a stray dog ​​even tried to urinate on him.

He was so angry that he jumped up and kicked the dog. Fortunately, the dog ran away fast, otherwise he would have had to add a meat dish tonight!

Su Zhengyang waited and waited until the sun was about to set.

She was just delivering some makeup, but she could spend the whole day delivering it? Wouldn't she even come home at night?

Prince Jing was so overbearing, and he was so guilty that he stared at her like the apple of his eye. Could he still allow her to spend the night in Duke Qin's mansion?

Su Zhengyang was getting impatient, but the carriage he was expecting never appeared.

Instead, he was covered in mosquito bites.

"Why are there so many mosquitoes here?" Su Zhengyang slapped himself on the left cheek.

I raised my hand and saw two spotted mosquitoes with one slap, one of which had already sucked my blood.

……

Song Mingli did come back very late from Duke Qin's Mansion.

Chu Yanchen was not in a hurry, because as soon as he came out of the palace, he went to Duke Qin's mansion to pick someone up.

But he was dragged by his two brothers, Duke Qin and Zhao Yezhen, to practice on the sand table. Several people were on the sand table, each leading their own troops, and they enjoyed the hearty fighting.

The couple did not return home together until they were kept at the Duke's Mansion for dinner.

"It's getting late, let's go back." Chu Yanchen looked at the princess who looked tired beside him and said softly.

Song Mingli was about to nod, but suddenly remembered what happened when he went out.

"No, let's take the main road." Song Mingli said.

Chu Yanchen didn't even ask the reason, but just listened to her and let the driver take the main road.

He just sat up straighter, put out his hands and took her into his arms, letting her lean against him comfortably and rest.

It was not until night fell that Su Zhengyang suddenly stood up from the ground.

No more waiting, he can't wait any longer.

"She is indeed a hypocrite! Her true colors were revealed at the first test!" Su Zhengyang gritted his teeth in anger.

The news of Su Zhengyang's failure soon reached King Cheng.

"Alas, he is still too weak."

"But Song Mingli is the same. Doesn't he like to pity the weak? Why did he let him die without helping?"

"Maybe Su Zhengyang's acting is too bad?"

King Cheng tapped the table with his fingers.

He had suffered so much at the hands of Prince Jing and his wife, and he felt very uncomfortable if he failed to fight back.

"Then help him..."

"After all, if he were to face Prince Jing's Mansion, the gap in strength would be too huge, so he wouldn't stand a chance."

King Cheng's hand that was tapping the table suddenly stopped, and a good idea came to his mind.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.