The Princess's Deadly Daily Life

Wei Yu looked at this series of operations and felt extremely bored and even deeply disgusted.

Li Xi frowned slightly. It was indeed them who did it! But she didn't expect them to admit it so quickly.

Another man cursed: "How can you teach others a lesson without the permission of your adoptive father? You should give him a good slap in the face, and it would be best if you beat him to pieces to avoid causing trouble!"

The shopkeeper tremblingly brought several kinds of the most expensive tea in the store. Looking at the scene before him, he could only bite the bullet and put them on the table in front of King Liang. He didn't dare to say any more nonsense. After doing everything, he left that place and continued to make tea.

King Liang held the teacup in his hand, and his tone remained indifferent: "The person I want to teach a lesson will only have one way to go, and you are so indifferent and still use my name to do such a stupid thing. Have you thought about how to explain it to me?"

The man with a mean face beat him up so hard that his face looked like a pig's. He cried, "Son, I will never dare to do that again! There will definitely not be a next time!"

"What's wrong?" King Liang said indifferently.

"The fault was... my son did something he was not sure of, which led to his failure, and... he still had to bear the reputation of his adoptive father."

"Go back and apply the medicine." After King Liang said this, the man with a pig-like face said goodbye and left with a look of gratitude.

Li Xixiao thought it was a play of sacrificing the rook to save the king, but he didn't expect that he was scolding him for being more of a hindrance than a help!

It's true that birds of a feather flock together!

He then continued, "Little dancer, you danced so gracefully at the banquet a few days ago. Didn't you want me to take you home and make you my concubine? Why don't you say a word to me now?"

King Liang took a sip of tea, relaxed his brows, and said meaningfully, "This tea is good, do you want to try it?"

He moved the teacup to the tip of Wei Yu's nose and used his other hand to remove the veil from her cheek.

She raised her head and her pupils shrank suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot. Li Xiying had never noticed that there was a tenacity in her eyes, as if she was enduring something.

Wei Yu raised her eyebrows and said, "As long as you let this lady next to me go, I will accompany you to drink tea slowly, and then go back with you."

King Liang sneered, "You can leave if you want to, and stay if you want to. What do you think my mansion is? It just so happens that I'm in the mood. As for who to take back, it depends on your performance. But..."

He dragged out his tone and pointed at her jaw. "Why is your face disfigured? It's really unsightly. Whether I take you back or not depends on your performance."

The remaining person behind him laughed when he heard it, and laughed wildly.

Li Xiying listened to his shameless answer, which was outrageous, but she still held back.

"Since I'm here to have tea with you, can the person behind me step down?" Wei Yu ignored his sarcasm and spoke calmly to herself.

"You..." the man was about to say.

King Liang raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to stop, suddenly becoming interested, "Of course."

The people behind him heard what King Liang meant, "Then the son will guard the door."

"You'd better go back. Are you afraid that we will eat him?" Wei Yu chuckled and said sarcastically.

After hearing this, King Liang became even more interested.

At the instruction of King Liang, he left with dissatisfaction.

Wei Yu wanted to take the teacup that King Liang had drunk from, but he took it back and handed it to Li Xiying, "You drink it."

Seeing that he had drunk from that cup, Li Xixiao waved her hand and the cup fell onto the table, rolling around and breaking into pieces on the ground.

The shopkeeper standing nearby was startled and shuddered. Looking at the mess on the ground, he did not dare to clean it up without permission.

Seeing this, Wei Yu quickly stood up and approached King Liang, saying with a smile: "My sister is ignorant, isn't it enough for me to accompany you? Just let her go?"

She picked up the other cup on the table and brought it to King Liang's lips with a smile.

King Liang narrowed his eyes at her and said, "We agreed to accompany each other together. Does she want to spoil the fun?"

He can lift two such weak women in one hand. Don't think that they can fight against him just by sending away the two minions.

Wei Yu poured the tea into her mouth and drank it all in one gulp. The tea flowed down the corners of her mouth. Her eyes swept across his neck coldly, then she put down the cup and raised her sleeve to wipe the corners of her lips. Now that she had a chance, she pulled out the wooden hairpin on her head and thrust it hard into his chest to the left, directly into his vital point.

In an instant, King Liang, without even frowning, raised his hand and easily grasped her slender wrist. Even a slight tightening made it painful, as if it would be crushed with just a slight squeeze.

He flicked the wooden hairpin lightly and it flew out, passing over the shopkeeper's head and stuck on the window. The next moment, the big hand was aimed at Wei Yu's slender neck, as if trying to strangle her.

The speed was extremely fast and the force was outrageous.

Li Xiying then realized Wei Yu's intention and understood that the King of Liang was already angry. In order to divert his attention, she shouted, "Stop! I drink!"

As expected, King Liang's eyes looked over, his gaze as sharp as a hunting wolf. At the same time, his hand turned into a palm wind and pushed Wei Yu several meters away. Wei Yu's face turned pale and she fell to the ground, unable to bear it. Her whole body went limp and she fainted in an instant.

He smiled and continued to drink his next cup. "I have fought on the battlefield for many years. How could it be so easy to hurt me?"

Li Xiying was resentful but knew that confronting him head-on was like hitting a rock with an egg. She squatted beside Wei Yu and watched her eyelashes move slightly and she slowly opened her eyes. Although she woke up, she was still in too much pain to move for a while.

She couldn't help but retort, "She didn't hurt you at all, but you beat her up like this. Isn't your behavior damaging the reputation of the vassal king?"

King Liang stared at her, with an evil smile on his lips. He tasted cup after cup and put down the last cup and said, "What a sharp-tongued little girl. Since you have lost your face, why should I care so much? It's just the restraint of the secular world on mediocre people. How can I be a mediocre person? I won't say any more nonsense. Today I will carry you, little girl, to my room and let you see what it means to lose your face."

"How dare you!" Li Xiying looked at the shopkeeper who was huddled beside the counter not far away and the empty teahouse, and knew that no one could subdue this tough guy.

She admitted that she was a little panicked at this moment.

Prince Liang also lost interest in playing with them. He stood up and moved closer and closer to Li Xiying, until he was so close that he was a little surprised that she did not leave Wei Yu's side.

She was afraid that he still had murderous intentions towards Wei Yu, so she raised her eyes to meet his sinister gaze, neither humble nor arrogant.

He pinched Li Xi's chin, looked at her rosy face, and said, "Your eyes and eyebrows are only... a little similar to your grandfather. Maybe you should be more like your mother, but it's a pity that you don't have the chance to meet." He sighed and said, "You sent my people away. Should I do it myself? Or should you just follow me?"

Li Xixiao frowned. Did he know her identity? Did he do it on purpose?

Faced with his humiliation, Li Xiqi was unwilling to pay attention to him. He was only worried about Wei Yu's safety.

Wei Yu half opened her eyes, her confused eyes filled with humiliation and hatred.

When his big hand reached towards Li Xi's waist and abdomen, Wei Yu used up the last of her strength to pick up the fragments on the ground and scratched the throbbing blood vessels on his wrist.

He didn't even bother to sneer at how presumptuous this action was. He raised his hand and swung it at her arm as hard as black iron. Wei Yu's arm hung down at her side, not knowing whether it was dislocated or broken, and it looked powerless.