The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

It couldn't be better to arrange Wei Xuerong here.

Huang Fulian raised her head and took a look. This was the palace she had only stepped into once or twice before.

The originally cold place is now decorated with joy, and there is joy everywhere.

Huang Fulian glanced at Wei Xuerong, who was standing beside her, embraced by a court lady, crossed the threshold, and walked into the inner room.

The interior is also full of joy, dragon and phoenix red candles are burning on the table, the furniture is also brand new, the new bed is even brand new brocade quilt. [

Huangfu Lian let go of the red ribbon in her hand, and glanced at the court ladies present, who immediately understood, blessed Fu's back gracefully, and retreated.

Huang Fulian stood by the round table, looked at the person sitting on the new bed, was silent for a while, and then said, "Take off your hijab."

His voice was cold and without any warmth.

Wei Xuerong's whole body shook, she shook her hands, and slowly pulled down the red silk hijab. A delicate face that had been deliberately decorated, looked brighter and more charming under the flickering candlelight.

She tightly held the red silk cloth in her hand, full of uneasiness in her heart, but still raised the corners of her lips and smiled forcefully.

Although no one said anything, Wei Xuerong knew that Huang Fulian married her out of helplessness, and she also knew that today's wedding was only held to silence the ministers...

Wei Xuerong never thought that she would stay in this palace for a long time

She could tell that no matter whether it was Huang Fulian or the Empress Dowager, they didn't like her.

What she wanted to know was, after this wedding, Huangfu Lian... how he planned to arrange himself.

Would they send her away, or... kill her?

Wei Xuerong unconsciously twisted the red silk cloth in her hands, there was no trace of blood on her cheeks.

her face is full of fear

She is not afraid of death, she is just worried that if she dies, the child in her stomach...

Thinking of this, Wei Xuerong couldn't help reaching out and covering her lower abdomen.

Huang Fulian gave her a cold look, and then said slowly, "You should know, this king doesn't want to marry you."

"...Yes." Wei Xuerong was slightly startled, and answered with a trembling voice.

"After the child is born, I will have someone send you to another place to arrange a prosperous life for you?" Huang Fulian spoke again, her voice was still cold and without any emotion.

Send her somewhere else?

What about the child? [

Is Huang Fulian planning to keep her child in the palace and separate other people's mother and child?

Wei Xuerong's whole body was shocked, the blood on her face faded completely, her big eyes were full of fear, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty...you want to put the child..."

Wei Xuerong didn't continue talking, but Huangfulian understood what she meant.