The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

Yin Shuang turned her head and looked at him, her tone cold: "The eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Fu Chen heard the words, and the action of brushing his sleeves paused slightly, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Yin Shuang: "Nan Xi?"

Yin Shuang nodded.

A strange light flashed in Fu Chen's eyes, and he turned around and walked out without saying anything.

"What are you still standing there for?" The King of Qi stared at his back coldly, his tone gloomy and angry, "Take him down!"

Mr. Fu Chen ignored it, and of course he didn't need to pay attention to anything, because as soon as the King of Qi finished speaking, Yin Shuang reached out in time to block the warrior's attack.

The only three people left in the room quickly started fighting.

The King of Qi's personal guards were highly skilled in martial arts, and Yin Shuang was not weak at all. The three of them fought fiercely, and even the King of Qi was inevitably affected by the palm wind.

Mr. Fu Chen walked out of the wing room smoothly and saw Nan Xi and Lin Jia standing outside. His eyes swept directly over the little princess and fell on Nan Xi's delicate and calm face.

Nan Xi certainly saw him.

"Master Fuchen." She smiled faintly, "Are you okay?"

Fuchen's lips slightly raised, and a smile appeared on his charming and handsome face, which made his eyebrows and eyes shine: "Miss Nan is also here to listen to the opera today?"

Nan Xi nodded.

Fuchen thought about the skills of the girl just now, and he knew what was going on. "I am deeply sorry for disturbing the interest of Miss Nan and the little princess. If the girls don't mind, I would like to sing a song for the two girls alone."

Lin Jia exclaimed in surprise.

Nan Xi hasn't spoken yet, and Master Fuchen took the initiative to offer to sing for them alone?

What does it mean?

"Okay." Nan Xi smiled faintly, "The little princess and I have booked a Tianzi-shaped private room on the second floor today."

Master Fuchen nodded and said, "The little princess and Miss Nan go first."

Lin Jia didn't react for a while, and followed Nan Xi back to the second floor in a daze.

The lobby on the first floor had been surrounded by the guards of the Prince Qi's Mansion. Even the boss and the star of Qingyin Building could not get close. Therefore, no one had come to ask questions since Lin Jia and Nan Xi came down.

The three of them went up the stairs smoothly, but at the corner from the first floor to the second floor, they saw Nan Yue.

Nan Xi had no surprise on her face, nor any other strange expression. Instead, Nan Yue seemed a little at a loss: "Big sister?"

Nan Xi glanced at her calmly: "You are here too."

Nan Yue bit her lip uneasily: "I... I am..."

"I am not interested in your affairs." Nan Xi said calmly, "You don't have to explain your whereabouts to me."

Leaving this sentence, she walked past her without stopping at all, and turned around and walked towards the Tianzi-shaped private room.

Nan Yue's face froze instantly.

Lin Jia naturally would not pay attention to a concubine's daughter who was not presentable, and did not even give her a glance, and walked away calmly with Nan Xi.

Nan Yue looked at Master Fuchen who followed closely behind the two people, lowered her eyebrows and said: "Master."

Even though he was a pillar of the theater, Master Fuchen never deliberately treated guests rudely. However, when he saw this girl with the same surname Nan, his attitude was particularly cold and distant. He didn't even nod and passed by her.

Nan Yue stood stiffly in the distance, her hands clenched tightly. She felt unbearable to be ignored as if she were air, and her eyes were gloomy and strange.

After a moment, she slowly turned her head and looked at the direction where the three people left. A sneer passed through the corner of her lips.

Nan Xi.

Although she didn't know why Nan Xi suddenly changed, from the moment Nan Xi stabbed her body with a dagger, Nan Yue knew that Nan Xi was no longer the Nan Xi who would be manipulated by others before. In addition, what happened in the past few days was enough to make her understand that Nan Xi really had no feelings for Gu Qingshu.

It was not a disguise, nor was it a deliberate attempt to deceive the Regent.

There is really no affection.

So, Gu Qingshu has actually lost his value to her.

If she had known this earlier, Nan Yue would not have lost her virginity to Gu Qingshu. She thought that Gu Qingshu could firmly grasp Nan Xi's heart and become the son-in-law of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the future, and his rise to prominence is just around the corner.

As long as Nan Xi still loves Gu Qingshu, she can use the sisterly love and Gu Qingshu to achieve her goals. Whether it is the identity of the Prime Minister's Mansion's legitimate daughter or the property in Madam Nan's hands, it will fall into her hands sooner or later.

But after she lost her virginity to Gu Qingshu, Nan Xi lost her feelings for Gu Qingshu and turned to the arms of the Regent. This is simply unreasonable!

Nan Yue reached out and stroked her lower abdomen, raised the corner of her lips coldly, quickly retracted her gaze, and turned to go downstairs.

Arriving at the lobby, she walked up to the guards blocking the door and whispered, "Please inform everyone, I have something important to say to the King of Qi."

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow flew out like lightning, and then there was a loud bang.

Nan Yue was startled and turned to see that a man dressed as a warrior was kicked out from inside. He looked like he was seriously injured, with blood all over the corners of his mouth, and he fell to the ground and couldn't even get up.

Nan Yue didn't expect to see such a scene, and she couldn't help but feel a little frightened and suppressed her uneasiness.

Not long after, Yin Shuang walked out of the room expressionlessly, exuding a cold and hard aura. When the guards guarding the door saw her coming out, they unconsciously retreated to both sides to give her enough distance.

Yin Shuang walked coldly towards the stairs.

Nan Yue swallowed her saliva, watched her go up the stairs, and unconsciously raised her hand to touch her chest, as if to calm her anxiety.

"Who are you?" King Qi walked out of the house gloomily, looked up and saw a girl in a white dress standing outside, and his anger was slightly restrained, "What are you doing standing here?"

"I have something important to tell you, Your Majesty." Nan Yue lowered her head nervously, revealing a white and delicate neck, "I wonder if Your Majesty is convenient to talk now?"

The King of Qi looked at her beautiful neck: "What's the matter?"

Nan Yue pursed her lips and said timidly: "Your Majesty, the wall has ears..."

The King of Qi looked at her deeply, turned back to the house: "Come in."

Nan Yue lowered her head and followed the King of Qi into the room without saying a word.

…

"No need to sing opera, Master Fuchen, can you tell us what the King of Qi wants you to do?" Nan Xi and Lin Jia sat down in front of the long table, raised their hands to signal Fuchen to sit down, and ordered the maid to serve tea, "I think he is here with bad intentions, but if Master Fuchen is not convenient to say, we will not force it."

"There is nothing inconvenient to say." Fuchen brushed his clothes and sat down, his posture was calm and elegant, and every part of his body was elegant, "The King of Qi fell in love with me and asked me to be his male lover."

After the voice fell, there was a dead silence in the private room.

Lin Jia's hand holding the teacup froze, and he looked up at him in disbelief.

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