After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

"Let's talk business?" Hong Yu sneered, "Don't be so high-sounding. You just want to stuff people into my prince's backyard. I tell you, five people are enough for the prince's backyard. It's overcrowded, don't you know?"

"Hong Yu is right." Wen Zhan said, "There really can't be more, otherwise the prince won't be able to take care of it."

Shameless!

Ling Xue's expression was furious: "You are all men. How can you sit with the princess in broad daylight?"

What she really wanted to say was male favorites, but considering her upbringing as a noble lady from an aristocratic family, she didn't say anything too harsh.

"Aren't the two sons of the Ling family also men? Why can they sit with His Highness?" Hong Yu was dissatisfied, "And General Ling is also a man. If you really want to make such a clear distinction, you should let the two ladies accompany him to talk about business."

"Uncle is Your Highness's uncle." Ling Xue said coldly, "Is it not possible for an uncle to talk to Your Highness? Then does Your Highness have to avoid the emperor when he enters the palace?"

Hong Yu was shocked: "How dare you offend the emperor?"

Ling Xue's face changed, and she said anxiously: "When did I offend the emperor? Don't spit blood, I'm just making an analogy."

"I don't care, anyway, I want to stay with Your Highness." Hong Yu had no sense of being a guest, let alone the sense of propriety as a servant of the emperor. He blatantly crossed the line and jumped around in the respected General Ling's mansion. "Your Highness, I want to stay with you."

As soon as the voice fell, he had already taken a few steps forward and caught up with Chu Qinghuang.

Seeing this, Ling Ancheng's face darkened again: "How dare you!"

Hongyu seemed to be frightened, his eyes turned red, and he shrank into Chu Qinghuang's arms: "Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Fu Cang looked at him expressionlessly, then lowered his head, rarely not throwing him out.

Chu Qinghuang reached out and touched his head: "Be good, don't be afraid."

Although Hongyu was the youngest among the servants, he was not short. Chu Qinghuang was a woman, and her height was naturally not comparable to that of a man, so Hongyu automatically lowered his body to make it easier for His Highness to touch him.

This was clearly a loving head-patting gesture, but it looked a little funny because of the height and Hongyu's gesture.

Hongyu nodded obediently: "Well, with Your Highness here, I'm not afraid of anyone."

Ling Ancheng took a deep breath.

Chu Lingchuan and Qi Ling followed openly and gathered around Chu Qinghuang, making people feel as if they were in a brothel.

Ling Yan, the eldest son of the Ling family, was standing a few steps behind him. He stared coldly at the people who rushed to the front and said coldly: "Is this the woman that my aunt asked you to marry? She is simply disgusting."

"My aunt didn't want me to marry her, but to let her work for us." Ling Jing said gloomily, "She is too unruly. Only by making her the daughter-in-law of the Ling family can her heart be tied to the Ling family. I was not very happy to marry her before, but now I have changed my mind."

"Change your mind?" Ling Yan frowned, "What do you want to do?"

"Brother, don't you think it is more challenging to conquer such a woman?" Ling Jing sneered in a low voice, his voice full of the taste of venomous snakes, "I want to make her my captive, let her change from a high and mighty princess to a humble slave girl, let her-"

The sound of wind rushed by!

Ling Jing, who was speaking, suddenly stopped talking, and a red shadow flashed across his sight like lightning, so fast that he couldn't react. Then a sharp pain came over his chest, and his thin body suddenly flew up into the air like a parabola-

Bang!

Ling Jing hit the wall hard, then fell down, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Puff!

The Ling family was shocked by this scene.

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