After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Pinga Fuyu's face was as if soaked in frost, and the hem of her gorgeous skirt hung long and winding on the dirty ground of the imperial prison. Every step she took was filled with a murderous aura.

"Master, I didn't ask them to beat you lightly. I didn't use too much force! It looks serious, but it's actually not a big deal!" said the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, who followed closely behind him. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the right, "Mrs. Xie is imprisoned over there."

There was resentment in the beautiful boy's eyes, and he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Besides, besides, Xie Hanlin's case has been pending for so long. Wasn't it the Second Prince's order?"

Pinga Fuyu's expression changed, and there was a quiet murderous intent in the air. He said in a deep voice: "Shut up!"

He hated Song Nihuan's self-willedness, and also hated that person who knew how important she was to him, but still insisted on stopping her husband for his own ambitions!

This is without any consideration for his joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. He does not ask him to return the same love, because it is impossible. The world cannot tolerate people who have climbed to that position to have unethical feelings.

But his only request was not to touch Song Nihuan. Why, why couldn't that person agree?

Pinga Fuyu felt his teeth were cold and his whole body was shivering. It was still cold in the spring, but the prison was as cold as winter. He pinched his palms hard, looked at the thin figure in the cell, and said to the Yintian prefect beside him: "You go down first."

When Song Nihuan saw Pinga Fuyu, she thought she was dazzled. The person did not fit in at all with the dirty and messy surroundings. She was wearing a brocade robe and a jade crown, and had a face like jade, so beautiful and gorgeous.

She thought dully, he really was a fox, he could even come to this imperial prison.

"Are you okay?" He squatted down. The clothes on her back were soaked in blood. It was obvious that the person who attacked her had controlled the strength, but she still...

He felt as if his heart was squeezed hard by someone, and it hurt so much that his flesh and blood were blurred. As expected, because the broken bones were connected to the tendons, the pain went all the way to his heart.

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring her, "Why don't you listen? Didn't I tell you to be patient and wait?"

Song Nihuan lowered her eyes, still indifferent and distant, "Are you a fox that can even enter the Imperial Prison?"

He looked at her. Her cold expression seemed to be the fuse that ignited him. He said hatefully, "Whether I have turned into a fox or not is another matter. You are torturing yourself like this, and you will soon become a ghost!"

Song Nihuan seemed to have heard something funny. A smile climbed onto her cheeks. She smiled for a while, then slowly retreated. She looked up at him and said, "You can obviously go to the imperial prison."

Pinga Fuyu sneered, her expression looking a bit ferocious, "Yes, I can go to the imperial prison, so I have to take risks, owe favors, and bear the possible consequences to help you see if your ideal husband is doing well in prison? But what is my right? Why should I do this?"

"Then what about now? Why do you want to take the risk, owe me a favor, and bear the possible consequences to come and see me?" she immediately asked.

There was an indescribable bitterness on his face. He curled the corners of his lips in self-mockery but said nothing.

The sad moonlight shone through the short window of the imperial prison. The woman under the moonlight had a look of resentment and determination on her face. Her pale and thin figure seemed like it would fall down at the slightest breeze. She spoke in a hurry and began to cough uncontrollably.

However, she coughed and said, "You are just like them, standing by and watching, as if my anxiety and helplessness are the funniest joke in your eyes?! Have you ever thought that the person locked up in there is my husband! I am not as worldly-wise as you, and I am not as calm and composed as you. He is locked up in there day after day. How can a person like him be locked up in such a place!"

He lost all his patience and said sternly, "What about you? You are okay in a place like this? Are you stupid? You did all this for him and thought that a kid from a noble family like him would treat you sincerely?"

"Do you know what will happen if you go to court with your status? Tomorrow the emperor will interrogate you and ask if it is Jiang Yao who is kneeling. How are you going to answer? Are you going to deceive the emperor?"

She looked at him in astonishment, with her mouth open for a long time without saying anything.

He knows everything...

Song Nihuan suddenly felt powerless. In fact, before she went to beat the drum to report the incident, she had already prepared herself to do anything, but she still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that no one would find out.

But before the interrogation, Pinga Fu Yu knew everything, let alone others.

She didn't say anything, as if all her strength had been drained away. She leaned against the wall and just looked at him, her eyes indifferent and cold.

He looked at her at the mercy of others and suddenly felt furious. He pushed her into the corridor between the two cells and said in a low voice, "Are you stupid? Or did I overestimate you? You have risen from a lowly slave to the position of a rich family mistress, so why are you giving up now? Just to help your good husband break the impasse, you are going to sacrifice yourself?"

She had just been whipped on the back and was pushed against the wall by him. The pain was piercing. She gritted her teeth and said, "Let me go! You're hurting me!"

"Do you feel the pain now?! It's too late!" he said harshly, but his hands slowed down.

He gently embraced her and saw that the clothes on her back were stuck with blood, which was shocking.

Pinga Fuyu's eyes were red, and he took a deep breath and said, "I want to tell you two things now, please listen carefully."

His beautiful eyes were bloodshot and his fair face turned blue. She had never seen him look so serious and even a little scary. She nodded hesitantly.

"When you arrive at the palace tomorrow, you must insist that you are Jiang Yao. I have already arranged for all the people involved in this matter. The emperor is wise and only cares about the state affairs. Your little matter is not the focus for him to know and pay attention to. Just remember one sentence, you are Jiang Yao."

"The second thing. Xie Yunji and Princess Le Yi were secretly in love. As for why he didn't marry the princess at the beginning, and then got entangled with her after marrying you, I don't know. I don't want you to know this from other people."

Song Nihuan was stunned and her body trembled.

"After knowing the second thing, you should harden your heart. When you go to the palace tomorrow, you have to protect yourself. Do you understand, Song Nihuan?" He looked at her steadily.

She asked faintly: "How do you know this?"

"How do you know who you are, or how do you know about Xie Yunji and Princess Le Yi?" Pinga Fuyu asked in a low and helpless voice, "It's not difficult to find out about him and the princess. As for the other thing, I'll tell you later."

Song Nihuan nodded dejectedly. She couldn't describe her mood. It seemed that she had expected it, but that person was beyond her expectations.

She was a little panicked. Did Xie Yunji regret it? Did he realize the good of Princess Le Yi only after marrying her?

Le Yi was of such a noble status that it was impossible for her to keep her feelings for him hidden.

He doesn't tell her anything. Does he think she doesn't understand, or does he think there's no need to say it?

Song Nihuan felt as if ice water had gathered in her heart, gradually turning into ice, and she felt completely cold. These days, she truly realized how correct Mr. Xie was when he opposed Xie Yunji marrying her.

A wife in a wealthy family not only manages household chores, but also needs to be able to provide help and support to her husband when he needs it. This is what it means to be one with her husband.

And she doesn't even have a real identity that can be seen in the light of day.

When was he going to confront her when he came back?

What would she do after the showdown? Her mind was a wasteland, she couldn't grasp anything, and couldn't think of anything.

"Remember my words. Prove in front of His Majesty tomorrow that you are Jiang Yao. Don't let me down." He said, "A maid will come to apply medicine on you in a while. Don't resist."