King Leng pursues his wife, but abandons his concubine

Chapter 32 Rescue the beautiful boy (3)
Sure enough, he is a cold-faced prince who doesn't understand the style, with a paralyzed face and a dead tree.

Isn't the reaction of ordinary people supposed to comfort her frightened heart with good words? How could he react so indifferently and nonchalantly?

Hey, in the final analysis, she is useless as an unpopular princess. Not to mention she has no status in her husband's heart, and she has no real power at all. If she wants to eat something good, she has to go to the kitchen of the palace to rob and eat like a bandit.

"The lord said there is no, then there is no. It is the concubine who made a fuss. I am really sorry."

Leng Yuechen's eyes were as deep as a bottomless pool, containing a storm faintly.

"Since this is the case, then the princess should rest earlier, and stop making small moves to cause trouble for the king."

Under the moonlight, the man's voice was as icy as the clusters of snow on the branches in the severe winter season, and the coolness penetrated into people's hearts.

An An was sensitively aware of a strangeness. He was always so cold when talking to her, but why did she feel that he was the real him at this time.

However, it doesn't matter what it is, as long as he doesn't disturb his life.

"Yes. My lord, go slowly."

Responding in a submissive and low voice, his appearance was as docile as he wanted, showing a hint of ladylike demeanor faintly.

Leng Yuechen took a deep look at her one last time, turned around and left Haitang Residence with a shake of her sleeves.

"Phew! It's so much easier to finally send this plague god away! Ah! The world is beautiful!"

An'an opened her hands, stretched her arms, looked up at the night sky, and shouted.

"Miss! Stop talking!"

Qiaoyue, who had been hiding behind the door of Haitang's residence, who had been afraid to show up, rushed over suddenly, covered An'an's mouth in shock, and shook her head violently at her.

"Woooo..."

An'an looked confused, and wanted to ask Qiaoyue if she didn't stay in the house and sleep well, what kind of wind was this.

But what came out of the mouth was this series of vague hesitation.

Really enough.

Is it doomed to be full of disasters tonight, so it is not appropriate to leave the room?

It can't be done, if she keeps holding back like this, she will be suffocated to death by this stupid dowry maid in her family because she can't breathe.

An An swiped her flexible right leg, and Qiaoyue fell to the ground with a plop.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Qiaoyue, are you stupid? This lady managed to escape tonight and was not scared to death by that dead-faced prince. Are you going to unite with him and smother me to death?!"

An An pointed at Qiao Yue with her little finger and complained.

"Miss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this servant is really afraid that you will bump into the prince again, so, that's why I couldn't wait to rush out to stop you."

Qiaoyue came to her senses and hurriedly explained her out-of-the-box behavior just now.

"Qiaoyue, no matter what happens in the future, you are absolutely not allowed to attack me casually, remember?"

An An told Qiao Yue seriously.

What's the matter, for a moment just now, she almost couldn't help but hack her to death with the instinct brought by her previous life.

This stupid maid, do you know that she almost went to hell to report to Hades just now!

"Yes! Miss, I promise that there will never be a next time!"

Qiaoyue raised her hand and swears.

"Okay. Let's go back to bed!"

An An went back to the house first, and soon fell asleep, but this time, she might not be so lucky to dream of delicious and delicious chicken legs.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

A black shadow flashed across the courtyard of Haitang Residence, opened the door of Haitang Residence without a sound, slipped in, passed the outer room, and touched the sleeping hole of the servant girl Qiaoyue.

Then, he went straight into the inner room and stood still in front of An An who was sleeping soundly.

An An's sleeping posture has always been not very elegant. In her previous life, her godfather specially asked an etiquette teacher to correct her various indecent postures that did not fit her status as a daughter. Who knows, there was no effect at all, she still did her own way.

On the contrary, I heard that after the etiquette teacher went back, his behavior changed a lot. Needless to say, it must be An An's credit.

(End of this chapter)