Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

A hint of guilt flashed in Mu Chenyin's eyes. Strangely enough, it was obviously this guy who assassinated her first and he was the one who wanted to come back, but she still felt guilty:

"You also know that I have always been moody, and sometimes... I can't control myself. If you regret it now, I can send someone to send you away.

Don't worry, you have served me wholeheartedly for such a long time, and we will not let you lose all your money. We will give you a breakup fee of one hundred thousand taels. What do you think? "

She just gave him another chance. This was the last time, really the last time.

There was a flash of anger in Xiao Wanfeng's eyes, "You want to send me away? For Feng Changhuan? Why, in order to pursue your new love, His Highness wants to ruthlessly abandon Wanfeng, his old love?"

Just want to send him away with one hundred thousand taels? What does he think? The prostitute in the red building?

Mu Chenyin's forehead hurt in anger. He usually pretended to be cold and calm, but under this guy's anger, he saw a ghost.

"What does this have to do with Chang Huan? Can you stop comparing me and Chang Huan all the time? Besides, aren't you afraid that I can't control myself and beat you to death by mistake, so I let you leave?"

Xiao Wanfeng didn't appreciate it, but sneered: "Chang Huan? Your Highness called you so intimate! And you said you didn't have any evil intentions towards me?"

Mu Chenyin angrily wanted to press his wounds, but seeing how bruised he was, she really couldn't do it.

In the end, she was so angry that she cursed, "My intentions are evil! As for Feng Changhuan's little bean sprouts, which are all hairless, what kind of intentions can I have towards him? Do you think I am a pervert?"

Hearing the words "little bean sprouts with no hair on them", Xiao Wanfeng's inner anger finally subsided a little. The corners of his lips curled up, "Isn't that right, Your Highness?"

I don’t know whether I will become a pervert or not?

Mu Chenyin gritted her teeth in anger, forget it, this guy was injured like this, why should she go with him to vent her anger? If he was angry for any reason, she would have to spend money to treat him.

Even if she makes herself angry, it's not worthwhile.

So, she suppressed her anger and said: "Let's not discuss whether I am a pervert or not. Just ask, are you leaving or not? If you leave now, at least you will leave vertically. From now on, you may leave horizontally. Yes, you have to think clearly."

Xiao Wanfeng casually picked up the book beside the pillow and read it with gusto. He also replied to her, "If you don't leave, Your Highness will waste Wanfeng's internal strength and sleep on Wanfeng again. He just wants to throw away a hundred thousand taels." ? At least you have to be responsible for your whole life, right? Wanfeng is hungry, please ask someone to bring you some food, Your Highness."

Mu Chenyin: "..."

Is this... depending on her? Life is so long, and this guy is born to be rebellious. Who knows if he will stab her in bed one day?

She picked up several copies of the "Book of Filial Piety" written silently on the table and said, "I will go to the study to copy the Book of Filial Piety. You have a good rest in the room first, and I will ask Lu Wu to bring you food in a while. Do you have any other requirements in the future?" Just say it to Lu Wu."

This early in the morning, she was already full of gas, and since she couldn't eat anymore, she decided to go to the study to clean herself up.

Xiao Wanfeng looked at the book in his hand and didn't even look at her. He just said in a weird voice, "His Highness's back is stained with blood again. I know that His Highness is wary of me and won't let me help you apply medicine. So, I Not too lazy to humiliate myself,

Your Highness, please remember to find someone to help you apply the medicine. It is also best to apply some medicine to His Highness's face, so that the servants in the palace will not see him and think that His Highness has been caught by a wild cat, which will damage His Royal Highness's usual coolness. A noble image. "