Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

Feng Qiuyan's lips curled up, "Ayin doesn't want to leave, didn't the little emperor hear you?"

Feng Yueran snorted coldly, no longer asking for trouble, turned around and left, not forgetting to drop one sentence before leaving.

"He only lives here temporarily. It's best to treat your second niece with courtesy. If you dare to go out of line even a little bit and touch something you shouldn't touch, don't blame me, the little imperial uncle, for being unkind."

A hint of coldness flashed in Feng Qiuyan's eyes. She turned around and sat opposite Mu Chenyin. The two young attendants outside the door had already woken up. They were so scared that they knelt outside and did not dare to come in. The secret guards in the yard also disappeared into the darkness again. at.

"Ayin can eat whatever he wants from now on. Even if he eats one and throws away one, this palace can afford it."

The ones the Queen Mother gave her today should last for a while. Even if she eats them up in the future, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, the Queen Mother has spoken, and when the time comes, she will send people to the palace to get them.

Mu Chenyin's dark eyes were deep and unwavering, "You are so kind to the person you hate in your heart, what are you planning on doing, Your Highness?"

"It turns out that Ayin also knows that this palace treats you well! I thought you were blind and couldn't see!"

The tea cup in Feng Qiuyan's hand was crushed in an instant. She was obviously smiling, but her eyes on Mu Chenyin were cold, as if she was trapped in some kind of dream demon, and she held Mu Chenyin's hand crazily. Throat, eyes red,

"Since you know that I am good to you, why would you kill me for a mere man? People say that sisters are like brothers and sisters, and men are like clothes.

But little Junyue was so ruthless that he even killed his second imperial sister just for that one piece of clothing! Is the Second Queen not good enough to you? Or...you, Feng Junyue, are born without a heart? "

Combining these words of Feng Qiuyan, Mu Chenyin already had some kind of guess in her heart. She raised her eyes, and there was no fluctuation in them.

"These days, I have been thinking about why His Highness knows so much about everything in this Palace? There is also the inexplicable hatred His Highness has for this Palace.

Now that I think about it, there are only two possibilities. One is that His Highness can predict the future, and it can predict that I will be unfavorable to you because of a man in the future.

The second possibility is that those are the real experiences of His Highness, but this palace prefers the second possibility. "

Even weird things like traveling through time and reincarnation with memories can happen, let alone rebirth?

"Hahaha, Ayin, Ayin, you are still so smart, you can even think of these weird things."

Feng Qiuyan laughed and let go of his hand. The laughter was full of desolation and sorrow, and there was a red mark on Mu Chenyin's neck.

Feng Qiuyan's cold and hateful gaze was directed at Mu Chenyin without concealment.

"You guessed right. Those are indeed our real experiences. In your previous life, you killed me for Xiao Wanfeng. Did you ever think that you would fall into our hands in this life?"

Mu Chenyin said calmly: "So, how does Your Highness want to take revenge on me?"

Feng Qiuyan leaned down slightly and faced Mu Chenyin who was sitting on the chair. His cold voice concealed endless haze.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. On the contrary, I will let A Yin live well. When I cut off your wings and break all your pride, A Yin will be very interesting at that time!"

Mu Chenyin said calmly: "There are many people who want to cut off the wings of this palace, break all the pride of this palace, and trample this palace under their feet, and His Highness is not less than one."