The popular prince and concubine: marry the little maid

Chapter 977
Xin'er shouted in despair: "Don't——please, don't teach me to be my guard, okay?"

He kept a cold face and didn't speak.

"I—they grabbed my hand and pressed it against the broken cup—"

He stopped, took her hand, "It hurts—it hurts—"

Xin'er frowned tightly.

A small fragment fell from his hand to the ground, which meant that she did not lie.

"How can I believe that instead of hurting others, you hurt yourself instead?"

He suddenly said coldly.

Then he shouted: "Go, call me the steward who is in charge of the little maid in the laundry room."

Xiner shook her head.

Steward?That Zhao mother was just pushed down by her——
Zhao mother, what kind of words will she say to the emperor?

In the hall, the lights are bright!

There were a lot of candles, the candlelight was flickering, little by little, showing his face, making him more handsome and cool.

Xin'er stood there with a small figure, messy hair, little bloody hands, and bleeding little feet that had been hurt by stones.

And he, has come out of the shower and changed into clean clothes.

When Zhao Ma was called, she also stood aside and waited for the emperor for a long time.

Zhao's mother stared at Xin'er for a long time, but because of her father-in-law and court lady, she restrained herself from scolding.

It's fine that this damned little maid got into trouble by herself, but even she was involved in it, so what should I say when I meet the emperor in a while?

She must put all the responsibility on this little maid.

Safeguard yourself!

In fact, there was nothing wrong with her at all.

Duan Yu finally came out, supported by his father-in-law, he sat down and said coldly: "Who is the steward who is in charge of the little girl in the laundry room?"

"Your Majesty, the servant is."

Zhao Ma knelt down immediately, not daring to look at the tall man.

Duan Yu glanced at Xin'er, that little pitiful figure stood there shyly, with a hint of distress in his heart.

That small figure actually made him think of that poor little Si'er who was brought to Dali by him at that time.

(End of this chapter)