My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

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Seeing Rong Ye's cold and bloodthirsty gaze, Shen Qianxia's heart froze for a moment.

Some of the past from the previous life came to mind.

Rong Ye was just like at this moment, wearing a warm coat, seemingly as humble as jade, but inside he was ruthless and sinister, unscrupulous.

Even if he didn't care about Rong Zhan, it must have happened recently, and it didn't develop according to his expectation, so he became a little angry from embarrassment.

Shen Qianxia took a deep breath, and said lightly: "The daughter of the people just doesn't want to disturb your highness and princess's interest in swimming in the lake, why do you need to think about it?"

"I don't have any interest in being disturbed, it should be because you think too much!"

The distance between Rong Ye and Shen Qianxia was not too far, and her clear and indifferent eyes were imprinted in his eyes, as if they could bewitch people's hearts.

Obviously, after all kinds of things piled up, he was very angry, but he had nothing to do with her for a while.

Even if he suspects that many things are inseparable from her, he dare not do anything to her.

Even if he is clear about his intentions and only loves Qingyun alone, but he has an inexplicable desire to invade and conquer the woman in front of him.

Shen Qianxia drooped her eyes, and there was a coolness in her eyes.

Shen Muxue stood aside, feeling very wronged in her heart, the prince's words didn't give her any face at all, why is it so uninteresting to swim with her in the lake?

After all, she is the concubine he is marrying, and she is still pregnant with his child.

But not only did he turn a blind eye to himself, but now he also cared so much about a concubine, the woman he had given up not to marry.

The more Shen Muxue thought about it, the more angry she became, her heart was extremely unbalanced, so she said in a strange way: "Third sister, don't you like the seventh prince very much? Why don't you go to North Vietnam with him?"

She didn't believe that the prince really had no scruples about the Seventh Prince.

Even if her mother still has the idea of ​​getting Shen Qianxia into the East Palace, it can't stop her hatred and rejection of Shen Qianxia!

She had to kill the unreasonable thoughts about Shen Qianxia that sprouted in the prince's heart.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people present were different.

Shen Qianxia looked alienated, and didn't want to answer Shen Muxue's words.

Rong Ye's body froze. At first, he wanted to ignore the influence of the Seventh Emperor's Uncle on him. Why should he care about the Seventh Emperor's Uncle who is in North Vietnam?
But Shen Muxue was reminding him whether intentionally or not, the woman in front of him was the one on the heart of Uncle Qihuang, and he couldn't move it!
Two contradictory emotions of strong self-esteem and fear of the Seventh Emperor Uncle were entwined in his heart, and at the same time, his loathing for Shen Muxue reached an unprecedented peak.

The veins on his forehead were twitching, and he tried to hold back the raging anger for the sake of her temporary use value.

Shen Muxue, who didn't realize it, had a smug expression on the corner of her mouth, and squinted at Shen Qianxia.

Mochizuki, who was silently by the side, felt the emotions of several people, as if they would burst out at any time, and couldn't help but faintly worried for Shen Qianxia.

Although there is nothing extreme in the words, but the positions are different, and a few words can provoke the most sensitive nerve.

Shen Qianxia originally wanted to leave, but now she wanted to see how Rong Ye planned to deal with this conflicting thoughts.

And Shen Muxue, she cleverly moved Rong Zhan out, but she didn't know that it would make Rong Ye extremely disgusted.

She glanced at Shen Muxue lightly, and made contact with her proud and arrogant eyes, and immediately felt ridiculous.

Just when the atmosphere was stalemate for a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

A moment later, Mo Ting stood still in front of them, with a trace of solemnity lingering on his dark and rough face.

(End of this chapter)