My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 667 A tool for revenge?
In the evening, there was a gentle breeze.

After Shen Qianxia finished her dinner, she reclined on the wicker chair, enjoying the night view of the garden comfortably.

The air is filled with a faint fragrance, refreshing.

Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew into Shouning Palace, stopped on the window lattice and cooed twice.

Mochizuki took off the letterhead and let the carrier pigeon out of the window, leaving only a small black spot in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Mochizuki stared at the sky in amazement for a long time, the speed of the pigeon was really as fast as lightning.

This is the first time she has seen such a fast carrier pigeon, and the person who can raise such a carrier pigeon is destined to be extraordinary.

And the letter was sent to his master, and the admiration in Mochizuki's eyes became even stronger.

Dazed for a moment, Mochizuki turned around and walked in front of Shen Qianxia: "Miss, your letter."

Shen Qianxia raised her eyes, sat up slowly from the rattan chair, took the letter from Mochizuki, and gently opened it.

Her eyes flicked casually across the paper, and her cold brows became more and more chilly. She held the letter paper in her palm and pursed her lips tightly.

Mochizuki sensed something was wrong and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you? What did you say in the letter?"

Shen Qianxia raised her eyebrows, the paper had been crumpled into a ball, she curled her lips slightly, and said flatly: "Aunt Su is not from the Southern Jin Dynasty, how early did this chess game start to be laid out? It's really scary to think carefully."

Wang Yuexin was startled, and stared at Shen Qianxia in astonishment: "You mean that Aunt Su is not from Southern Jin Dynasty? Where is it? Why do you say it is a chess game? Who is using her?"

A series of questions, even Mochizuki himself was stunned.

Shen Qianxia sneered coldly: "Northern Vietnamese, I really underestimated her, she was really good at acting."

Mochizuki was shocked. If her young lady was right, then Aunt Su's disguise was too good.

Even so many years have not been seen clues!
Although she also found something wrong with Su Qinyang, she never thought that she was from North Vietnam, so what is her purpose?

"Miss, Aunt Su is timid and has no opinions. She doesn't seem like a person who can make a fortune. Even if she is from North Vietnam, she doesn't seem to be of much use. Could there be someone behind her to give advice? Otherwise, how could she hide it from the master and madam? ?”

Shen Qianxia twitched the corners of her mouth, raised her eyelids and looked at Mochizuki: "She is best at acting, but what I am surprised is how does she, who regards Shen Zhen as her life, devote herself to doing things for others?"

Leaving aside other things for now, Shen Qianxia knew that Su Qinyang's concern for Shen Zhen was definitely not acting.

Mochizuki snorted and said, "Maybe she dared to do this just because of the young master."

Shen Qianxia shook her head: "I'm afraid Shen Zhen was not born when she was willing to become a pawn."

Mochizuki lay on the stone table and pouted: "But what is she planning? If she is still planning for the young master's future, then she was not planning for you to enter the East Palace before, right? Besides, she is infatuated with the master! "

Shen Qianxia frowned silently, lying sideways on the wicker chair.

A firefly flew past her, and then perched on a leaf, flickering faintly.

Night has fallen.

She closed her eyes, recalling the clues of the past, with subtle and complicated emotions in her heart.

It is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its children, and she gave all the warmth and care to Shen Zhen, which is no different from all mothers in the world.

But it never happened to her, and all she was given was one fire pit after another.

It's not born by yourself, that's why it's like this, right?In other words, even if she is not her own, she still has compassion, but Su Qinyang seems to treat her like a tool.

Tool for revenge? ?

　Woooooo, I have a cold???? I will make up for the others during the day tomorrow, good night fairies????
　　
　
(End of this chapter)