Prince Marrys into Farming Family

What should he say?

He had the same aura as his son. As expected of a father and son.

She told him why she had been talking so loudly. Suddenly, she looked weak and weak. She even began to cry, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

He couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart, "Slut is pretentious."

Song Xiangsi's heart skipped a beat. She was trying to stir up trouble. Even though the position of the Duan Clan was too shallow, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Song Xiangsi made the standard courtesy of paying his respects to a noble king without any trace of rustic air: "Greetings, Prince Ding." His tone was neither hasty nor slow, neither salty nor indifferent, and there was not a single fluctuation in his tone.

Crown Princess Dingdong did the same as well, bowing towards the king.

It was only the golden-faced consort who looked like she was about to cry, but she held back her tears and threw herself into the arms of Prince Ding.

Prince Ding was quite satisfied with Song Xiangsi and Princess Dingfei's etiquette, "Yes." The sound of her voice faded away. However, when she came flying over, Song Xiangsi caught her furrow unnoticeably.

Seeing this, the corners of Song Xiangsi's mouth could not help but twitch.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Then, without being aware of it, he gave her a gentle push, temporarily allowing her to remain standing, not allowing her to lie in his arms.

However, his hand still hadn't left the golden-flanked concubine's shoulder, which could be considered as letting the golden-flanked concubine rest in his arms.

He tapped on her shoulder gently.

"Prince, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have tried to argue with my sister, and I shouldn't have argued with the Crown Princess. It's my fault for making sister and the Crown Princess unhappy, and you should have blamed me for not being considerate."

Song Xiangsi was speechless when she heard what she said. He raised his head and looked up 45 degrees to the sky. If there was someone like him in this world, he would be able to turn right and wrong and split into black and white.

It's just that this little trick is really a match of the golden side of the consort, green tea b * tch standard, you deserve to have it.

Now he finally knew the position of the wangfei in the Residence of Crown Prince.

In the future, she could still help, but if the wangfei did it herself, she, Song Xiangsi, would not care. Even if it was her man's mother, he would not have much energy to cause trouble for himself.

At this moment, Shangguan Yi finally felt that it was time to brush up on her own existence.

He immediately began to explain everything that had happened next to King Ting, adding extra details to the beginning and the end of the story.

Song Xiangsi was not modest at all.

Actually, even if Shangguan Yi didn't say much, everyone present still had some understanding in their hearts.

Shangguan Yi's method was long out of date. As for whether it would be of any great use, Song Xiangsi scoffed disdainfully at it. She did not even give him a look.

As for his judgment, it was that the prince was not clear about the situation and had things arranged in an orderly fashion.

King Ding comforted the golden-faced consort and began to clear her mind. He then winked at her and began to frown.

"You are the wangfei of the palace, and also the mistress of this palace. You should have a forgiving heart, how can you make things difficult for your servant over such a small matter and make things difficult for the wangfei?"

Song Xiangsi was shocked by Prince Ding's words. She already knew that the position of the Crown Prince's Palace was not as high as that of the side concubine.

Seeing him today was truly the case. Furthermore, it was even more so when it became even more intense. However, it was still a bit hard to believe, as expected, it was better to see with one's own eyes.

When she heard what he said, she couldn't keep her face from tensing up. There were too many grievances that this woman had to bear.

Furthermore, he couldn't tell anyone about his grievances. All he could do was break his teeth and swallow them into his own stomach.

He clenched his hand into a fist. The handkerchief was so tightly folded that it looked as if it would never change back. His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms, but he was still unable to feel the pain. He only knew that the pain in his heart was thousands of times heavier than the pain on his body.

In the end, all of the pain she felt turned into one sentence, "I know I was wrong."