Remnant King and Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

"It's all about death, and I won't give it to my old lady."

The servants woke up like a dream, rushed up and surrounded Xiyue, at the same time, someone held up Magpie, Hua Lu, and Hua Nong, a servant rushed to catch Xiyue, but Xiyue kicked him away and said coldly .

"Miss Ben will go by herself, tell me, where are you going this time?"

"Go to the main hall!"

Xiyue nodded slightly, frowned, then stepped out of the green garden, a group of people ran towards the main hall in a mighty manner, the momentum and formation were not inferior to the guards in the palace.

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Entering the gorgeous main hall painted with golden colors, everything is as Xiyue expected, all the family members in Murong's mansion have arrived, the eldest lady and Master Murong are drinking tea with their heads down.

But there is one more Liu Yanhong beside her, one king and two queens, how ecstasy.

The other two aunts were also sitting quietly, Xiyue rolled her eyes a little annoyed, and walked straight to the center of the hall, not even bothering to salute.

The eldest lady couldn't hold back after all, the seven-leaf poisonous insect didn't drink up her own blood, so she was impatient.

She was still dissatisfied after ascending to the throne of the main wife, and she wanted to control herself to death wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, after so many years, she still failed to succeed. It seemed that the mother of the spirit in the sky was protecting herself.

"Xiyue, what's your attitude, you don't show respect when you see your parents?"

The eldest lady threw the teacup on the low table so hard, she looked at Xiyue coldly, the more she looked at her, the more she hated her, why did she feel that this dead girl was getting more and more rosy, and it gave her a headache just looking at her.

Seeing this, Xiyue smiled sweetly, and walked in front of Master Murong and Liu Yanhong.

"Father, mother."

……

Then she ignored the Da Furen directly, the Da Furen was so angry that her face turned pale, her face collapsed, she pointed at Xi Yue with a trembling finger, wishing her fingers could turn into scissors and stab Xi Yue to death.

Xiyue looked at the eldest lady and blinked, and cut straight to the point.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with me today?"

"Master, look, she actually called me Da Furen, how could I give birth to such an unfilial daughter, I knew that I should soak her to death when I was born."

"Snapped--"

Xiyue's eyes were full of murderous intent, seeing that the lady was still acting, she stepped forward with some headaches and slapped her hard, causing the lady to stagger and hit the table, almost falling off.

The eldest lady covered her red face from the beating, she was as stupid as anything, it took a long time to react, and suddenly found that it was Xiyue who hit her, screamed, and rushed towards Xiyue.

"You little bitch, I should have killed you all a long time ago. To let you survive is to kill myself."

"Yu Shu~~~"

Master Murong saw that the eldest lady was so angry that she lost her head and spoke more and more carelessly, and almost exposed Xiyue's life experience. In this way, Xiyue will definitely investigate the truth of the matter, and then it will be troublesome.

If she is really Princess Jing, this matter will only make Murong Mansion restless.

With a slap on the low table, Master Murong rushed in front of the eldest lady, grabbed her hand, and threw her back fiercely, the eldest lady fell into the seat with a bang.

"You are too presumptuous. No matter how bad Xiyue is, she is also your daughter. How could you hurt her heart so much?"

"Over the years, you have been taking care of Xiyue, even if she slaps you, it's justified."

Xiyue stood quietly in the middle of the hall, the sneer and sarcasm in her eyes became more and more intense, listen to what Mr. Murong is saying, it is only natural for a daughter to beat her mother, if you let Emperor Xuan listen I don't know if a red pen will be smashed on his forehead, and I smashed it open to see what he, a valued courtier, thinks.