Royal gift of little crazy concubine

Chapter 281 Don't worry, the prince will be fine

Tears welled up in Mu Wan'er's eyes, "It's not because Yue Lian likes Fifth Brother that I tried everything possible to match them up. If it's so wrong, why didn't you stop me sooner? Besides, it's not my intention that Fifth Brother become like this. See, why are you doing this to me!"

"Wan'er..." He Yuelian thought of the old sisterhood, and then opened her mouth, "I'm sorry, my mother is in a bad mood, and she speaks a bit harshly, don't take it to heart."

Mu Wan'er sniffed, "Yue Lian, it's all my fault. Don't worry, I will definitely persuade Father to call off this marriage."

He Yuelian took her hand, "Wan'er, I appreciate your kindness, I'm afraid it's not something you and I can change..."

She lowered her head slowly, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Seeing her good sister's sad appearance, Mu Wan'er felt uncomfortable, "Yue Lian, I will try anyway, just wait for my good news!"

After leaving the words, Mu Wan'er turned and left.

When she walked away, Mrs. He said with a gloomy face: "Yue Lian, the seventh princess has been unruly and self-willed since she was a child, it's better for you to keep associating with her less from now on, so that she won't harm you again!"

He Yuelian said: "Mother, Wan'er is also doing it for my own good, she didn't mean it."

Mrs. He snorted coldly: "Okay, these days, you stay at home and try not to go out if you have nothing to do, so as not to be laughed at by others!"

He Yuelian bit her lip, said nothing, and consciously returned to her yard.
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At the same time, in the barracks.

Jun Runing was lazily sitting by the fire pit. There were a few half-cooked sweet potatoes beside the fire pit. She was peeling an orange in her hand, and was listening to the report in red with great interest.

"...Princess, you don't know, after the He family confirmed that the prince's accident, the whole family's face was so ugly, especially He Yuelian, who fell out with the seventh princess on the spot, it was so funny!"

Jun Runing ate a piece of orange, and said with a smile: "The plastic flower sisterhood can't withstand strong winds and waves."

The red dress raised an eyebrow: "Princess, what is sisterhood with plastic flowers?"

Jun Runing lazily explained: "It means that the relationship between two good sisters is like a twist, which can be broken with a slight twist."

Hong Yi laughed: "That should be called Twist Sisterhood."

Jun Runing glanced at her leisurely, and asked, "What's the situation in the palace?"

Hongyi looked around subconsciously, and said in a low voice: "The news has spread in the palace, as big as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and as small as the maid in the laundry room, almost everyone knows about it."

Jun Runing lowered his voice and asked: "The key is that the emperor believed it?"

Hong Yi shook her head lightly: "The emperor is suspicious by nature, I'm afraid it's not easy to believe, but even if the emperor doesn't believe it, there's nothing he can do. If the prince insists on doing this, it depends on what Prime Minister He will do."

Jun Runing asked again: "In your opinion, what will Prime Minister He do?"

The red dress held her chin and thought again and again, "Prime Minister He is a girl who came late, and she is very precious to Miss He. She should try her best to cancel this marriage."

Jun Runing asked cautiously: "How far do you think he will go? I mean, will he kill the fish, join hands with the prince to kill the prince?"

Hong Yi couldn't help but widen her eyes, "It's not impossible, Prime Minister He is currently neutral, that's why the emperor wants to merge our prince with the prime minister's mansion, if Prime Minister He suddenly turns against the prince, the prince will be in danger!"

Jun Runing frowned: "Your prince should have expected these problems."

The red dress smiled: "Princess, don't worry, the prince will be fine."

　Sorry, the recent update is a little bit. My son has been sick repeatedly. He was hospitalized with bronchial pneumonia yesterday. I really don’t have time to write these days. . .

　　
　
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