My crazy concubine is super defiant

Chapter 897
"idiot."

Behind him, Ah Man, Ming Ying, and Ling Feng made a low evaluation from their mouths.

What happened to His Royal Highness Xuanwang treating her like this?
Hmph, which onion is she?What a narcissist.

Nan Fengjiao suddenly stretched out her hand, and cursed at Murong Jiuqing who was in Ye Beixuan's arms.

"Fox spirit, who are you? Hurry down from Jiuhuangshu's arms and kowtow to the princess, do you hear me?"

Seeing that Murong Jiuqing didn't respond, Nan Fengjiao looked at Ye Beixuan again and shouted loudly.

"Uncle Nine Emperors, who is she? Why are you so bold and dare not take this princess seriously?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Ye Beixuan dropped these words, walked around Nan Fengjiao, and didn't bother to talk to her anymore.

Snapped!
Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Beixuan's indifference was like a resounding slap, slapping Nan Fengjiao hard on the face.

That cold figure was compared to Nan Fengjiao's embarrassing expression.

It's just so satisfying.

Ah Man and the three of them saw it, and if there were not so many people present, they would almost be applauding.

"Fox, who the hell are you?"

Nan Fengjiao looked at the back of Ye Beixuan walking past, raised her head suddenly, and shouted at Murong Jiuqing's figure.

"..."

"You vixen, how dare you ignore the words of this princess?"

Nan Feng's delicate nose tilted, seeing Murong Jiuqing ignoring her, he stepped forward to pull Murong Jiuqing's hair.

"Humph."

Murong Jiuqing let out a cold snort, and hit Nan Fengjiao's wrist with a sharp backhand.

"Ah, my hand."

On Nan Fengjiao's wrist, there was a piercing pain, and she quickly withdrew her hand from the pain.

Immediately afterwards, a low and cold voice came into Nan Fengjiao's ears.

"Who is this lady, it's none of your business."

"you……"

Nan Fengjiao raised her face, and looked at Murong Jiuqing's face in surprise.

Unfortunately, all I saw was a white veil and a pair of cold eyes full of sarcasm.

Nan Fengjiao met those cold eyes, feeling an inexplicable panic in her heart.

She shut her mouth suddenly in fright, then lowered her head and walked towards the seat in a desperation.

...

in the crowd.

Nan Fengjiao covered her wrist with an ugly expression, and sat back in the chair unwillingly.

She fixed her eyes on Murong Jiuqing in Ye Beixuan's arms, and when she accidentally moved her wrist, she immediately gasped in pain.

"Ninth Princess, who is that vixen?"

In the crowd, a noble lady lowered her voice and asked Nan Fengjiao cautiously.

"Yes, yes, Princess Nine, why is she lying in the arms of His Highness King Xuan?"

"Hmph, it must be a vixen with tricks."

"That's right."

"Sister Jiaoer, who is she?"

As the woman in blue said, she sized Nan Fengjiao's face curiously.

They didn't see and hear Murong Jiuqing's words when Nan Fengjiao was devastated just now.So when she saw Nan Fengjiao retreating disheveledly, she was puzzled in her heart.

"Shut up. Who is she, how does this princess know?"

Nan Fengjiao clutched her wrist, gritted her teeth with an ugly expression.

Seeing this, the noble ladies around shrank their necks collectively, not daring to ask any more questions.

Nan Fengjiao turned her head, just in time to see Murong Yan'er sitting beside her, looking out of her mind.

Nan Fengjiao frowned, and shouted at Murong Yan'er angrily.

"Sister Yan'er, why are you in a daze? Sister Yan'er?"

(End of this chapter)