The Evil King's Crazy Wife: The World of Ghost Concubine

Chapter 318 Princess De Qiao Mi

The emperor knew a thing or two in his heart, but he didn't expose it on purpose, and he didn't want to make a big fuss about this matter, so in the end it was nothing more than a fine of three months' salary, which was nothing to the precious prince.

The emperor didn't want to make a fuss, and in fact King De didn't even want to. If the news got out, Liu Weixiang would be afraid, and he would bite him back in front of the emperor, and he wouldn't be able to eat it and walk away.

For Yun Lanyue, Liu Weixiang is just a dispensable chess piece, keep him, and if King De still has another heart, he can give him a fatal blow, but King De will never keep him, It is better for the emperor to do something than King De. Even if Liu Weixiang dies, it doesn't matter. At most, he accuses Yan Beirong of having a double heart. If Yan Beirong refuses to admit it, the emperor will not do anything to him.

What Yan Beirong wanted was the throne, not his father's throne, but Yan Beiqin's throne, so in the eyes of the emperor, even if King De had two hearts, it was nothing more than a sharp sword to check and balance the crown prince. The position of emperor has only advantages and no disadvantages.

Yun Lanyue understands these points, and Yan Beiqin knows better, so he feels that the result is the same whether he says it at the family banquet or here, but at this moment the emperor should know how much truth Yan Beirong said, How many fakes!
Yan Beirong had to jump into this pit, and he had to jump if he didn't. If he could feel happy at this moment, he would have seen a ghost.

On the way back to King De's Mansion, Yan Beirong sat in the carriage, looked at the woman beside him, and couldn't help but sneered, "You didn't say a single word of begging for mercy in front of your father, did you really expect your father to come down?" Yu Benwang? I am afraid that the current situation will disappoint the princess."

"The concubine doesn't say anything, because she is afraid that the more she speaks, the more she will make mistakes. The concubine is stupid..."

"Are you stupid?" Yan Beirong snorted: "If you were stupid, would Concubine De still be able to speak well?" As he said, Yan Beirong reached out to lift her chin, and looked carefully at her face.

Her eyes drooped slightly, as if her eyebrows were pleasing to the eye, but she actually didn't want to look at him. After two years of marriage, she was still so lukewarm.

"You are the concubine of this king, but what you pretend to be in your heart is not this king. Tell me, how should this king punish you, Qiao Mi?"

"The prince has opened the heart of the concubine, right? How do you know that the concubine is not pretending to be the prince?"

"Look, this mouth is so good at talking." Yan Beirong suddenly approached her, and said beside her mouth: "Princess, do you know how much this king wants to bite off this stubborn mouth?"

"The concubine is the prince's concubine, and the prince can do whatever he wants."

"Really? Well, sit up." Saying that, he let go of her chin and patted his thigh.

Qiao Mi looked at it, and sat astride him as she said. She had done this countless times. He always liked to humiliate her like this, and she was used to it.

"The concubine is really capable of bending and stretching. It's just that she is acting like this. I don't know how your dead lover will feel if he knows about it?"

After hearing this, Qiao Mi's expression froze suddenly, unable to maintain her original indifference anymore, Yan Beirong sneered, and suddenly tightened her grip on her waist, reaching out to pull her skirt.

Qiao Mi quickly clasped his hand, her voice choked up slightly, her tone seemed to be begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, why be in such a hurry, Prince De's Mansion is just ahead."

"But I can't wait any longer." He said, continuing to move his hands.

"Not here."

Yan Beirong smiled: "When will it be enough for you not to?"

De Wang's mansion had arrived long ago, but De Wang's carriage was still parked outside. A few maids and servants beside the carriage were guarding with their backs to the carriage. They all looked ahead and did not dare to imagine.

Yan Beili's carriage passed by Prince De's Mansion, and she felt that the carriage was speeding up suddenly. She opened the curtains and looked at it, and immediately frowned, and then put down the curtains again.

Bi Luo said in a low voice: "Princess, forgive me. It was the servant who noticed too late and dirty the princess' eyes."

Yan Beili asked: "King De treats the concubine like this all the time?"

"I don't know much about the maidservant, but I heard that King De once imprisoned the princess in the room and did not allow the princess to wear clothes. Waiting for King De to come back every day is a round of abuse."

"When did King De become like this?"

"Princess, King De has always been like this."

"Does Concubine Qiu know about this?"

"This kind of thing can't be hidden from the imperial concubine."

"The imperial concubine doesn't care?"

"What's the use of caring? De Wang lives in De Wang's mansion, and the imperial concubine lives in the harem. Can she manage it for a while, or for a lifetime? De Wangfei is really pitiful. She was originally a lady, and she was even married a long time ago, but she was favored by De Wang. It was snatched."

"Bi Luo!"

Bi Luo realized that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Highness, forgive me, it was Bi Luo who made a slip of the tongue."

"This must never be said again."

"Yes, princess." Bi Luo ordered the carriage to move forward quickly, and soon passed Prince De's Mansion.

In Prince De's Mansion, the shaking carriage finally stopped. It was already late at night, and the maid standing outside the carriage had frozen hands and feet. Hearing the sound, she quickly straightened her back and waited sideways.

King De got out of the carriage holding Princess De who was already asleep, ordered someone to prepare hot water, and strode in.

Concubine De's clothes were messy, and the clothes on her body were obviously wrapped casually by King De. When King De carried her away, the clothes on her shoulders slipped off, revealing half of her shoulders. Although no one dared to look at it, he could. See those traces of dark purple, different shades, some just added, some before.

Yan Beirong was very upset, two years, isn't it enough for this woman to recognize the truth?Why is she always so stubborn, never changing after repeated admonitions.

In the dormitory, Yan Beirong threw her on the bed. Qiao Mi woke up from the pain, slowly opened her eyes, saw the familiar scene, stretched out her hands to gather her clothes, and curled up without saying a word. .

The more she behaved like this, the angrier Yan Beirong became, and he shouted: "What's so good about that man? He's dead, and you still miss him! Don't forget, you are now my concubine, my king's concubine." Woman, it is only natural that this king wants you, and I warn you, don't put on such an expression for this king, or don't blame this king for being rude to you!"

Qiao Mi smiled indifferently: "Does the lord still want to lock up his concubines? How many days do you plan to lock up this time? Ten days, or a month?"

"This king can imprison you forever!"

"Then you don't need it, my lord. You don't like to keep a dead body locked up for a lifetime."

Hearing this, Yan Beirong stepped forward suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled her up, grabbed her chin and asked sharply, "You are threatening me!"

"Where has the prince ever been threatened? The concubine is just telling the truth. If she is imprisoned like that for a lifetime, the concubine may not be able to bear it, and will inevitably do some extreme things."

Yan Beirong stared at her stubbornly, and suddenly grinned: "Qiao Mi, this king can kill that man, or everyone around you, until only this king is by your side, if you want to Let your parents be well, and you'd better be your Princess De obediently!" He said, throwing her onto the bed with force.

(End of this chapter)