The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

It was the beginning of spring, and the courtyard of the princess's mansion had experienced a spring rain, and the dead trees sprouted new buds overnight.

The winter jasmine flowers sprout tender yellow petals, standing shyly in early spring.

Except for secretly applying medicine after nightfall, Meng Xuanhe had not visited Xie Lin again in the past few days. It was not that she was afraid of anything, but the princess had too many lovers, all of whom were pestering her and making her jealous, which made her very distressed.

It was the first time that Meng Xuanhe experienced the sorrow of being an emperor with three palaces and six courtyards. She was so troubled that she must find an opportunity to disband this group of lovers.

However, good and bad things happened at the same time. To her delight, Xie Lin's injuries had improved a lot. The whip marks had faded and the scars had improved a lot.

It seems that Shanrentang does have some skills, and the effect of this golden wound medicine is better than she imagined.

Thinking of Xie Lin, Meng Xuanhe planned to go see him today. The light at night was not very good, and she could not clearly see how the wound was recovering.

When they arrived at the West Pavilion, Meng Xuanhe realized that Xie Lin had gone to the East Pavilion. The head of the Princess's Mansion was in the East Pavilion, and Xie Lin was alone in the West Pavilion.

It would be fine if Xie Lin was favored, but he was tortured by the princess, so naturally no one would send him food. So Xie Lin went to the East Pavilion to eat with those concubines.

"Please wash the bowl carefully. If there is even a grain of rice in it, you will have a hard time today."

A feminine voice came from the East Pavilion. It was A Cheng who had been rushing to serve Meng Xuanhe that day.

The person he cursed was Xie Lin.

Xie Lin didn't even raise his head, and he didn't show the same gentleness and kindness he had shown to Meng Xuan. He groped his way to the wooden basin and soaked his hands in the cold water and oil, making his already red hands even more red and swollen.

"Acheng, what are you talking to a blind man about? Can he see a grain of rice?"

A Yu, the lover beside A Cheng, suddenly laughed. Since the princess did not favor them, it was a happy thing to humiliate Xie Lin.

Xie Lin turned a deaf ear and started washing the dishes very skillfully.

"Ayu, don't say that to him. He is already tired enough from serving the princess at night." Aying on the side suddenly spoke.

It seemed like he was trying to excuse Xie Lin, but in fact, these words completely angered the lovers present.

Why, they tried so hard but could hardly see the princess. And Xie Lin not only stayed by the princess's side, but also lived alone in the West Pavilion, which made them feel unbalanced.

Because of the princess's tacit approval, Xie Lin can basically step on anyone in the princess's mansion.

They were no exception and often insulted Xie Lin. The more they humiliated him, the happier the princess would be, and she would reward them with a lot of gold, silver and jewelry.

"Is this the dish you washed? Even an old woman in her fifties is more skillful than you. You are such a blind man." When A Yu heard A Ying's words, he became even angrier and kicked Xie Lin on the calf.

Xie Lin had an injury on his calf, which had scabbed over after a few days of treatment, but this kick made the injury worse. The purple scar cracked, and blood was hidden under the skin, about to burst out.

A Cheng did not let Xie Lin go either. Despite his feminine appearance, his punches and kicks were quite powerful.

"What are you doing?"

Meng Xuanhe came to the East Pavilion to look for Xie Lin, but found that this group of lovers were punching and kicking in a small corner.

Upon hearing this, all the concubines bowed to Meng Xuanhe, with a sense of flattery in their expressions.

"Your Highness, this dog slave can't even wash a bowl cleanly. Let us teach him a lesson on your behalf." A Yu prostrated himself at Meng Xuanhe's feet, a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

"Your Highness, this dog slave dared to resist and scratched Ah Cheng's hand."

Asumi reacted very quickly and grabbed his hands randomly. He was so cruel that blood came out of his fingertips.

I have to say that Asumi acted out this self-torture trick vividly, and even squeezed out a few tears, which really made me feel pity for him.

The other chief ministers gritted their teeth and looked at the two of them, thinking to themselves, if only they had stepped on them a few times just now, they could now ask the princess for credit.

Ashen smiled smugly in his heart and looked at that useless thing of Ayu.

He was different from those who only knew how to seek credit. He wanted Meng Xuanhe's favor, and even her heart. With the favor of the first princess of Nanmeng, he would be able to walk sideways in the whole of Nanmeng. What was that little bit of gold and silver worth?

Meng Xuan and Li ignored them and walked straight to Xie Lin, bent down and carefully examined his wound.

The injuries that had just gradually improved last night were now even worse, with several new wounds that had broken the skin. Meng Xuanhe held Xie Lin's hands, which were red and swollen, like ice and iron, and could not feel any temperature.

"Your Highness... why are you here?"

Xie Lin's eyelashes trembled as he lowered his eyes, and his voice became hoarse. Ever since Meng Xuanhe said those words to him that day, he suddenly didn't want the princess to see him in such an embarrassing state.

"Who did it?" Meng Xuanhe held his hand, helped him stand up, and looked at the concubines in front of him with gloomy eyes.

A Yu didn't notice Meng Xuanhe's emotions. He nodded heavily and agreed proudly.

An uncontrollable rage spread in her blood until it reached the depths of her pupils. She said coldly, gritting her teeth and saying word by word: "Throw these two people to the torture chamber for me, and they will be punished according to the palace rules."

Meng Xuanhe was so angry that her teeth itched. This was Xiao Piaoliang, whom she sacrificed her sleep every night to insist on treatment. But it was these two people in front of her that made all her efforts in the past few days go to waste.

A Yu and A Cheng then realized that they had angered the princess. The torture chamber in the princess's mansion would make their life worse than death.

The two men hurriedly knelt at Meng Xuanhe's feet, grabbed Meng Xuanhe's skirt with tears and snot, begging her for mercy.

"Your Highness, it is Ah Cheng who is blind. Please be magnanimous."

Meng Xuanhe didn't look down at them, but pulled the hem of her skirt expressionlessly and ruthlessly pulled it out of their hands. Then, several guards took them to the torture room.

The concubines finally came to their senses, and A Ying looked at Meng Xuanhe in disbelief.

Is the princess venting her anger on Xiaoqi?

Meng Xuanhe walked out of the house under their gaze. Because of the tragedy of Acheng and A Yu, no one dared to speak for a while.

When they reached the door, Meng Xuanhe turned around and said.

"If he gets hurt in the future, there will be no place for you in this princess's mansion."

After saying this in a nonchalant manner, Meng Xuanhe took Xie Lin back to the West Pavilion.

She gave some instructions to the torture room, and asked Ah Cheng and Ah Yuqian to suffer some physical pain. After all, Meng Xuanhe was not a real princess, and she could not do such a thing as murder and arson.

Meng Xuan was so angry that his face turned gloomy and even his pace quickened.

Xie Lin was injured, but he endured the wound on his leg and wrist and tried to catch up with Meng Xuanhe. When they arrived at the West Pavilion, Xie Lin's wound burst open again as expected, and his face turned pale.

"Your Highness, it's Xiaoqi's fault. Can I still serve you today?" Xie Lin's eyes were red, and his pleading voice reached Meng Xuanhe's ears.

"No." Meng Xuanhe stood up and walked out of the house.

Xie Lin felt her footsteps as she walked away without even looking back, and a sad feeling welled up in his heart.

The princess is so noble and there is a world of difference between them. He should be grateful that the princess looks at him. How can he make any other demands on the princess now? He is overstepping the boundaries.