Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 143: Be smart and take good care of yourself
Murong Chen carried Xiang Yingxue into the General's Mansion in the border town and walked to the courtyard where she lived before.

He kicked open the door and threw her onto the bed.

"I'll take care of you when I come back!"

After saying that, he strode out of the room.

Outside the door, his deep and powerful voice sounded again: "Watch her, if she makes a mistake, she will kill you!"

"Yes!"

Murong Chen's footsteps gradually faded away, Xiang Yingxue rubbed her sore waist and slowly sat up from the bed.

It was still a room she was familiar with, and the smell she was familiar with.

She used to drink and talk with her sister Zhou Yu here, and she also discussed the anti-Yan plan with her brother Zhou Jing overnight.

Opening the cabinet, there were still the clothes she had not taken with her when she returned to Beijing, as well as a gold silk quilt made for her by Zhou Yu himself.

It all seems like yesterday.

But now, she has become a prisoner of the Beiyan barbarians, and brother Zhou Jing is missing.

The only thing that comforted her was that because sister Zhou Yu was pregnant, she and her brother-in-law returned to Yongchun City early, otherwise they would not have been able to escape this catastrophe.

There was a voice outside the door again, and it sounded like a woman of considerable age.

"Several military masters, His Highness Prince Chen asked me to take the Princess of Chu to bathe and change clothes. Please make it convenient."

There was a moment of silence, and intuitively it seemed that the guard at the door was checking the woman's identity.

"go in!"

"Thank you, Master!"

The door creaked open, and three tough and sturdy old women from the North came into the house.

The leading woman, who was tall and full of flesh, raised her chin to Princess Yingxue and motioned to the other two.

"Go ahead, be careful not to hurt her. Your Highness is precious."

The two women accompanying him bowed slightly to show that they had received the order, and then they grabbed Xiang Yingxue's arms and carried her out.

Xiang Yingxue panicked, struggling and shouting: "You...where are you taking me? Let me go! Let me go!"

The leader of the old woman said with an impatient and cold face: "Take you to bathe and change clothes. How can His Highness favor you when you look like this!" Favor?

Xiang Yingxue was stunned.

Although she grew up in the palace, she was not unfamiliar with this term.

But I have only heard the name, and have never experienced it myself. Naturally, I will not think deeply about the meaning of the words and the behavior behind it.

It was her turn now, but she didn't react for a moment.

For a moment, she heard Murong Chen's heavy breathing in the main hall of the Chu Kingdom Palace.

"If you just wanted to anger me, then you succeeded! The day I break the city, I will make sure you serve me!"

She suddenly thought of the true meaning of favor, and suddenly became confused.

"No! I don't want his favor! Even if I die! Let me go!"

The two calves that were lifted off the ground by the tough old woman were kicking desperately, and their arms were shaking hard, trying to break free from the confinement.

No matter how strong the two northern women were, they were still not men. After being tortured by her, they accidentally let go.

Xiang Yingxue desperately ran towards the door of the house, but was grabbed by an old woman with a sinister face and stared at her fiercely.

"Do you still think you are a high-ranking princess of the Chu Kingdom? Once you get here, you will be a prisoner and slave of the Yan Kingdom! It is your honor for His Highness King Chen to favor you. If you are smarter, you can take good care of him and don't offend His Highness. Even the whole corpse I won’t even leave it for you!”

After saying that, he grabbed Xiang Yingxue by the scruff of her neck and carried her to the bathroom like a little chicken.

As soon as I entered the bathroom door, the steam hit my face.

White mist rises from the hot soup pool, and the water is covered with peony petals.

Xiang Yingxue is extremely familiar with these petals. They were the top-grade dried white peony roots she bought at the market with her sister Zhou Yu when she was in the border town. She usually only used one or two.

But the Beiyan barbarians actually poured half of the basket into it.

However, at this moment, she couldn't care less about these flowers and plants.

The scolding from the old woman just now made her sober and calm.

(End of this chapter)