You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

"Grandma, look at the second sister, she beats me."

Sheng Yujiao suffered a big loss, and she was no match for Sheng Yuhua. She looked at the old lady for help.

The old lady was already angry when she saw Sheng Yuhua beating someone, but when she heard her favorite granddaughter asking for help, her face turned cold:

"Go and hold this evil barrier down for me."

The two women and four girls beside her immediately stepped forward. Although Sheng Yuhua had some skills, who was their opponent?

As for the two girls she brought, they were also held down by Sheng Yujiao's girl.

The disparity in numbers is too great to be defeated.

The two women roughly tied Sheng Yuhua's wrists with ropes. The old lady sneered and stepped forward with a dark ruler.

There was a snap, hitting Sheng Yuhua's straight back where she was standing.

Sheng Yuhua gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"Miss..."

The two little girls struggled hard and wanted to come over to protect their master, but unfortunately they were pinned down and couldn't break free at all.

"Pop" again, Sheng Yuhua's eyes were cold. She was not wrong about what happened yesterday, but everyone in Shangshu Mansion said she was wrong.

"Grandma wants to punish her, but Yuhua doesn't dare to complain. But now that Yuhua is the quasi-princess of Prince Han, isn't grandma afraid of the revenge of Prince Han's palace?"

"Oh, second sister, do you think King Han really wants to marry you?"

Sheng Yujiao's face was still burning. She walked up to Sheng Yuhua, raised her hand and slapped him with all her strength.

The sound was crisp and clear. The two girls were struggling with their eyes open. The girl behind them was stronger, and they even did not forget to twist the two of them a few times.

"Second sister, I heard that King Han asked you to take care of his two wolf mastiffs. Do you think that if he really cared about you, would he let you die?"

Sheng Yujiao said proudly, King Mo may not be willing to marry her now, and King Han is even more upset. She wants to see how the always cold Sheng Yuhua can gain a foothold in the capital?

"You are not King Han, how do you know what he is thinking?"

Sheng Yuhua was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat. She was going to make poison immediately.

"I also want to know, how does the eldest lady of the Sheng family know my thoughts?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared through the sky, one person and one chair, coming from a distance.

The cold voice came from far away, and everyone turned their heads in a hurry, only to see an additional figure in the direction of the door.

It’s King Han!

No sound of the wheelchair was heard, he appeared suddenly.

The old lady's hand holding the ruler trembled, and the ruler fell to the ground with a thud.

The servants who were pressing down on Sheng Yuhua were so frightened that they fell to the ground and trembled.

Sheng Yujiao was even more shocked, looking at the man falling from the sky with her mouth agape.

Today's King Han is wearing a dark blue fox-pattern skirt with dark stitches, which makes his skin look like snow, and his features are picturesque.

Her long black hair was only held up by a dark blue jade hairpin, and a few hair strands fell playfully down on her cheeks, adding a bit of a monster to her laziness.

He looked at the people in the room with indifferent eyes, and finally his cold eyes fell on Sheng Yuhua's arrogant and fragile figure.

Still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, King Han's eyes were displeased and his sword eyebrows were lightly frowned. Is this Shangshu Mansion poor or too poor?

Sheng Yuhua has been back for almost a day, and she hasn't even changed her clothes?

But this bright red wedding dress is really eye-catching.

He felt inexplicably unhappy looking at it.

The injuries on his body were not visible for the time being, but the swollen cheek made the coldness in his eyes even more intense.

"Who hit it?"

He suddenly waved, and before Sheng Yuhua could react, the person was already in front of him.

His long, white hands, as cold as his own, gently fell on her red and swollen cheeks.

It's cool, icy, and somewhat comfortable.