Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

As if she had become accustomed to it, Mu Chenyin just took the clothes that Concubine Jade had prepared and put them on, as she did before, and put on a curtain hat to cover the scar on her forehead, and said lightly:

"I still have something to do. If Concubine Yu has nothing to do, I will leave first."

After saying that, she walked straight out of Yuhua Palace without waiting for Concubine Yu to speak.

Behind him came the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and Concubine Jade's scolding.

"This pervert!"

Seeing Mu Chenyin come back with a curtain hat, and even the clothes she was wearing were not the ones she wore before going to court, Fusheng's expression changed, "Your Highness, she is..."

Mu Chenyin interrupted him lightly, "It's just a small injury, nothing to worry about."

"Your Highness..."

The distress and anger in Fusheng's eyes flashed away, "I asked Lu Wu to come in and help His Highness treat the wound."

Mu Chenyin: "No need, I'll go to Xiao Wanfeng's place first, so there's no need to follow."

Fusheng felt choked, lowered his head and replied: "Yes."

Seeing Mu Chenyin appear with a curtain hat, Xiao Wanfeng was slightly startled, and then said with a half-smile: "Why did Your Highness imitate your little lover and cover your face today? Could it be that your face was swollen from being kissed by your little lover?" , are you too embarrassed to see anyone?"

Mu Chenyin frowned slightly, not knowing who the little lover he was talking about was. She said coldly: "It seems that your injuries are healing well, why are you itching so quickly?"

Xiao Wanfeng raised his eyebrows, "Your Highness, you have encountered something unpleasant again. Do you want to take it out on Wanfeng?"

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Mu Chenyin stepped forward, pinched his chin hard, and said in a cold tone, "I really hate your face, especially..."

She leaned towards his ear, her tone became colder and colder, and she slowly uttered the last few words, "Your profile."

Xiao Wanfeng's eyes flashed, and then he smiled lightly and said, "What a coincidence, Wanfeng hates this face too! How about His Highness help Wanfeng destroy it?"

Instinctively sensing the danger, Mu Chenyin dodged to avoid it, but the curtain on her face was still split into two by the sharp bowl piece in Xiao Wanfeng's hand.

The curtain hat fell to the ground, revealing her face stained with blood.

Mu Chenyin's beautiful face looked a little more enchanting because of the blood on her face, and the expression on her face instantly became cold and terrifying, "Xiao, Wan, Feng..."

Xiao Wanfeng was not afraid of her, he just squinted at the wound on Mu Chenyin's forehead, "No wonder there is a smell of blood. It turns out that His Highness is really injured.

This injury... looks like it was inflicted by the rim of a teacup. However, Wanfeng was very curious. Based on His Highness's martial arts skills, who in the world could hurt His Highness? "

Mu Chenyin said coldly: "These are not things that a little male favorite like you should ask. What you are worried about now is whether you can survive in the hands of this palace this time."

……

Hearing the sound of whips coming from the room again, the guards outside the door all shuddered.

Speaking of which, the average male favorite is really unable to resist His Highness's hobby.

It was a good thing that they were not favored by His Highness, otherwise, they would have been tortured to death by His Highness within two days.

After thinking about it, they began to admire Xiao Wanfeng. If it were anyone else, they would have screamed for mercy, but Master Wanfeng held it back. He never asked for mercy from His Highness, let alone uttered a word. Scream.

……

Not long after Mu Chenyin left Xiao Wanfeng's room, the guards saw the masked maid who had a crush on Mr. Wanfeng running over hurriedly.