Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 1100: Pampered her to death

After thinking about all this, Princess Yingxue became more and more confident.

You bastards want to deceive me, but you don't know that it was you who put the pigtail in my princess's hand!

"Say!"

Murong Chen pinched her chin and scolded her sternly.

I wanted to use my momentum to scare Princess Yingxue and force her to tell the truth.

Who would have thought that instead of forcing out the truth, I could force out a few tears.

"Since Your Highness doesn't trust this slave so much, then send him to the prison and interrogate him with the spies of the Chu State!"

After Princess Yingxue finished speaking, tears rolled down her face, and her face looked extremely aggrieved.

Seeing that Murong Chen was still staring directly at him, as if he was confirming whether his emotions were true, he simply wanted to suppress him once and for all.

He used his little hands hard and smashed the wine jar containing peach blossoms next to him with a "snap".

He took out the sharpest piece and cut it directly into his throat.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Murong Chen snatched the fragments from her hand without even noticing the deep cut on her hand.

"what are you doing!"

Murong Chen's voice was almost roaring.

Princess Yingxue felt even more aggrieved and shed more tears.

Her little mouth was pursed slightly, and she was out of breath from crying.

"Since His Highness has determined that this slave is guilty, I just need to plead guilty."

"Who said you were guilty!"

Princess Yingxue's chest heaved and she sobbed: "Your Highness said there were spies from the Chu State, and that he was under my command.

If this servant had such great ability, he would have turned Prince Chen's palace upside down long ago. How could he still think about picking peach blossoms here?
Since His Highness does not believe in this slave, I might as well just die! "

After saying that, he went to pick up the pieces of the wine jar again.

Murong Chen kicked the fragments under the roots of the tree, held up the little girl with both hands, and took her far away from the peach tree.

The little white rabbit's temper is getting worse and worse!
You just said a few words to her and it turned into this?
She is also constantly threatening to commit suicide, which really spoils her!
But he knew in his heart that it was because of pampering, but he didn't dare to scold her loudly anymore, and just held her in his arms.While wiping her tears, he said warmly: "It was just a joke, but you took it seriously."

"Your Highness, this is not a joke, wuwu."

Princess Yingxue hammered Murong Chen's chest hard with her little hand.

"Your Highness clearly doesn't believe in this slave. He fantasizes every day that he will harm you, wuwu."

Murong Chen said silently in his heart: "Is it really just a fantasy?"

However, the little girl cried harder and harder, and he didn't want to worry about it anymore.

After all, judging from the current situation, she did not have any contact with Chu State, so he could be considered to have wronged her.

He coaxed her in a low voice for a long time before Princess Yingxue's crying gradually stopped.

Murong Chen took the opportunity to say: "Aren't you going to make peach blossom wine? Brother Chen will accompany you!"

"What kind of peach blossom wine are you brewing?"

Princess Yingxue said angrily: "If the peach blossoms are gone and the wine jar is gone, how can we still make wine?"

Murong Chen actually had the intention of bowing his head to please.

While caressing her little face, he softly coaxed: "The wine jar is gone, wasn't it you who threw it? Can you still be angry with yourself?"

“It’s clear that His Highness is angry!
His Highness did not believe the slave, and even yelled at the slave, woo woo! "

"Good good!"

Murong Chen completely softened.

"It's all Brother Chen's fault. Can Brother Chen accompany Xueer to pick some fresh flower petals?"

Murong Chen was already like this, but Xiang Yingxue's temperament still hadn't weakened at all.

His watery eyes glanced at the broken wine jar with dissatisfaction, and his little mouth pouted again.

"There's nothing to put it in, so what's the use of taking it off?"

(End of this chapter)