Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 586 Why compare with her?

For several days in a row, the seat next to him was empty, Feng Nuanyang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, couldn't sleep, tossed and turned on the bed, and finally sat up directly.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, she suddenly felt a little lonely, and touched her flat stomach.

Thinking of what my mother said, it would be great if I could have a child of her and his, and I could be with her right now.

Thinking of the child, the embarrassing scene of the two hugging each other unexpectedly appeared in my mind.

In fact, it would be nice if he was not rude and gentle.

With a click, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a servant girl ran in in a panic: "Princess, the lord has returned with a woman."

The smile on Feng Nuanyang's face has not yet subsided, his eyes are fixed on the girl with her head down, and there is a coldness in her eyes: "What woman?"

The one who broke into the door was the girl who had informed Mu Yinger before. It's not that Feng Nuanyang didn't understand some things, but she just turned a blind eye. But at this moment, this girl dared to push the door open. Where did you get the guts?

The maid who lowered her eyes had a strange look in her eyes, the corner of her mouth curled up, and her voice was a little excited: "A woman and a child, the prince arranged them in the West Wing, and the child was brought back by the prince himself."

After going through so many things, Feng Nuanyang believed in Ming Qianjue. Since he brought the woman and child back to the inn, there must be his reasons, but she felt very uncomfortable when she heard the changed words from the girl's mouth. , stood up, put on the clothes, then draped her hair casually over her shoulders, and walked to the servant girl: "Lead the way."

Biyan was overjoyed, and tightened her hands holding her clothes: "Princess, please come with me."

Before she turned around, she heard a condensed voice: "I am a princess, you are a servant girl, one master and one servant, you dare to call yourself me, do you think I am a princess?"

Feng Nuanyang raised her voice, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and her eyes shot at Biyan like an arrow, which made her heart skip a beat, and she quickly laughed along with her: "Princess, this servant is seeing how sister Yujin calls herself on weekdays. She is the personal maid of the princess, so she naturally understands the princess, so she followed suit."

Yujin has been following Feng Nuanyang since he passed through. The two of them appear to be masters and servants, but in fact they are like sisters. Naturally, Feng Nuanyang doesn't want Yujin to call himself a slave, but how can the girl in front of her be compared with Yujin?
"She is the younger sister of my concubine, and she should claim that I should. You are just a servant in the mansion, why should you compare with her?" Feng Nuanyang's eyes froze, and a gloomyness quickly gathered in his eyes.

Biyan's heart sank, and a coldness infiltrated from the soles of her feet. Ever since she was transferred by the prince to the post station to serve the princess, she was cautious at first, but after a long time, she found that the princess was just a soft persimmon, and everything was indifferent. , she was extremely tolerant towards the maids, so she only accepted Miss Mu's money, thinking that nothing would happen.

But now, she felt the coldness above her head, and a strange chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

"Princess, that's not what I meant. I never thought of competing with Miss Yujin. I just wanted to make Princess happy. I feel so kind. I don't mean to despise Princess." Biyan quickly knelt down, sweat dripping down her back, Under the gaze of those cold eyes, she swallowed, regretting her recklessness today.

Feng Nuanyang looked at her clothes and the hair accessories on her head, but she didn't pay attention all the time, maybe because she was used to staying in the small mountain village and her heart was loose.

(End of this chapter)