Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Young words a flash, taking advantage of the night, two steps into the backyard rockery.

Such an assassination is not the first time in these three years.

After several times of life and death, she had already developed the ability to escape.

Sure enough, the man in black couldn't find her for a moment, so he didn't love war and left in a hurry.

Young words to slow down breathing, in the bottom of my heart to calculate the time, to ensure that this night is safe, only carefully out of the dark.

Walk towards your own yard.

To the courtyard wall, young words along the wall skillfully turned in.

But when crossing the courtyard wall, he didn't stand firm and fell down with a thump.

Yu Niang was still making her bed in the house. When she heard the sound, she ran out in a hurry and walked to her side. She helped the young lady up and carefully lowered her voice, "Miss, are you hurt?"

The young words restrained the pain, gasped and nodded, but the tone of command was able and decisive, "first help me back to the room, and take the wound healing medicine, gauze and scissors to bandage the wound for me."

Yu Niang didn't dare to delay. She helped the young man to leave the house and quickly prepared what she needed.

Young words familiar to clean their wounds, medicine, bandage.

The whole action is completed in one go, and the speed is extremely fast.

I didn't cry a word of pain.

Yu Niang looks in the eyes silently, the sight inevitably falls on the young speech left face.

From top to bottom, it is a terrible and frightening scar.

Rao is that she has been watching for so many years around the eldest lady. Now, when she sees it, she still can't help being afraid.

After dealing with the wound, he looked up and saw Yu Niang's compassionate manner. He couldn't help grinning and comforting her, "Yu Niang, you're here again. I'm not dead again. Why do you feel sorry for me first?"

"Besides, this scar on my face..." As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his ear.

Along the edge of the cheek, thin will this terrible scar from the face to be lifted down.

Spread it out in the palm.

On the contrary, her face is more beautiful than it was three years ago.

Yu Niang looked at the young speech this neat movement, slowly returned to her mind, her eyes were a little sour, "nothing, it's just that the scar is too lifelike, the old slave shook his eyes for a moment."

As early as two years ago, this face of the eldest lady has been quietly cured by her own.

But the wound, the scar, actually existed.

The young speech chuckled, slightly tilted his head in the past, glanced at the wound on his arm, and gave a careless Tut, "now that there is this false scar, it can't be stopped for long."

Yu Niang followed the line of sight of young words and naturally fell on her arm.

"Miss, Jiang Shangshu wants to kill you?"

"Who else but him?"

She took her mother's surname, and her father, Jiang Shun, was once the official of the book.

Her parents were killed in a fire three years ago.

Jiang Lin, the younger brother of Jiang Shun, became a new scholar.

It has become today's Jiang Shangshu.

Their family became the real masters of the shangshufu.

On the surface, in order not to fall into the real population, she will become an orphan girl, respect as the first lady, continue to raise in Shangshu mansion.

As a matter of fact, she is regarded as a thorn in the flesh.

Yu Niang looked more and more miserable, as if there were many words in her throat, unable to speak at all.