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

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 shirt 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.

It was still the red wedding dress from 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.

It was unclear whether there were any injuries on his body, 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.

The slender white hands, as cold as his, gently fell on her red and swollen cheeks.

It is cool and icy, which relieves the burning heat on the face and is somewhat comfortable.

"It's my eldest sister."

Sheng Yuhua lowered her eyes, not deliberately complaining, not saying much, just stating the facts with a calm expression.

"Second sister, you hit me first. Prince, look, my face is also swollen. Does it still hurt?"

Sheng Yujiao pouted coquettishly, with the shy look of an aggrieved little daughter:

"Jiaojiao is just worried about the second sister's reputation, but the second sister actually beat me without explanation."

Afraid that King Han could not see clearly, she deliberately took two steps forward.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's the boy who just came with King Han.

"What are you doing? You, a lowly slave, dare to stop this girl?"

Being blocked by someone, Sheng Yujiao glared in displeasure.

Blocking her path is blocking her future.

"The prince doesn't like women to come near him."

The boy's face was expressionless and his voice was cold and waveless.

"But she..."

Sheng Yujiao was quite favored at home. How could she ever be so despised?

While the man wasn't looking, she pushed hard towards him.

It's a pity that the young man didn't push her, but her body fell straight towards King Han due to inertia.

It was too late to say it, but it was so fast that everyone in the room hadn't even reacted.

"Ah..." With a shrill cry, Sheng Yujiao's body flew straight out, drew a graceful arc in the air, and then fell with a bang.

"Jiaojiao..."

Seeing her daughter being beaten, Yang Wanrou's complexion suddenly changed and she rushed out in a hurry.

But she saw Sheng Yujiao lying on the ground with her eyes closed tightly and blood still coming from her mouth.

"Jiaojiao, you... wake up..."

Her hands were shaking violently, and she wanted to pick up her daughter but didn't dare.

She turned her head suddenly and looked at the immortal man in the room. She tried hard to control the fear in her heart and asked in a trembling voice:

"King Han, I wonder what Jiaojiao has done wrong, why would you do this to her?"

Yang Wanrou suppressed the fear in her heart, and her eyes fell on Sheng Yuhua again:

"Yuhua, even if your sister is extremely wrong, you should persuade the prince to stop."

Are you still complaining about her? Sheng Yuhua smiled sarcastically:

"What does the prince want to do? Can I, a weak and weak woman, handle it?"

"Besides, as we all know, the prince doesn't like people approaching, but the eldest sister is not afraid of death and is approaching. Can I stop her?"

"But Jiaojiao didn't mean it just now?"

She could see clearly just now that Jiaojiao just didn't stand firm for a moment. It’s not like I got close to you on purpose.

"You have to ask the prince about this."

Sheng Yuhua smiled charmingly, raised her eyes and looked at Prince Han with a smile: "My lord, what do you think?"