The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Han Chen's face slowly emerged a creepy smile, "murongjia is not your own son, and your only prince murongsu has been killed by me!"

Murong yuan's brain burst out, and his heart seemed to be torn by something, almost to crack, "you... You... You..."

Han Chen appreciated Murong yuan's panic, resentment, trembling, hatred, and violent movements of his lips.

Since last year's birthday party, the rumor that Murong yuan is not the real emperor of the dragon can not be put down. It turns out that all this is the ghost that Qiao Heng knows and unites Zhuang's behind.

But oneself, unexpectedly has not seen through each other's wolf ambition?

Su'er is the only blood of his own. Murong yuan's eyes are about to crack, and his body bursts up. He reaches out his hand to catch Han Chen. But before he gets close to Han Chen, his body suddenly falls back to the Dragon bed like a deflated ball, with a pair of poisonous eyes staring at Han Chen. His body twitches violently and then stops.

Seeing Murong yuan's silence, Qiao Hengzhi stepped forward to explore his breath, and then abruptly drew back, "young master, he died of exhaustion!"

Dead? Han Chen clenched the blade in his hand, like a demon with red eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing, "good death!"

Princess Zhuang recognized that chen'er's laughter was full of revenge, and at the same time, there was a kind of inexplicable sadness.

Chen'er was supposed to be the emperor of North Vietnam. All these years, he finally kept the cloud open and saw the moon bright. Everything was over.

Concubine Zhuang looked at Murong Yuan who was dying. He was vicious in nature. In the end, he made wedding clothes for others. What didn't belong to him didn't belong to him after all. It was cheap enough for him to live so many years and die so easily.

"Qiao xiang, do you know what to do next?" Chuang Fei's voice was no longer as gentle as it used to be, but a little more unusual.

Qiao Heng knew that he had a plan in mind and said, "don't worry, madam. I've already made arrangements. As long as murongjia appears, I can't escape."

"It doesn't matter whether he comes back or not." Princess Zhuang sneered: "how can a wild seed born of a mother's adultery come to the world? It's been a storm all over the city. There's no place for him in the capital any more. "

No matter whether Murong Jia is Murong yuan's own son or not, Murong Jia will never get rid of this shame once Murong yuan dies. Therefore, Murong yuan must die.

"The empress's clever plan is admired by me." Qiaoheng said, "now that murongyuan is dead, Prince Yu will get revenge. I'll arrange for the young master to ascend to the throne."

Concubine Zhuang is graceful and graceful. She says with a smile, "Qiao xiang is always at ease in our palace."

Qiao Heng knew that he was the chief minister of North Vietnam. His only student occupied half of the North Vietnam court. He controlled the matter behind his back, and everything came naturally.

Han Chen has not opened his mouth to speak, Murong yuan died, of course, have the pleasure of revenge, but today's mother, but let him so strange.

After Qiao Heng left, Han Chen looked at his mother and said, "mother?"

Princess Zhuang was no longer as tender and cowardly as she had been, and she said clearly, "what? I don't know my mother

Han Chen said: "indeed, it's not the mother I'm familiar with. If I'm not wrong, it's actually the mother's hand that forced me to step on this road, isn't it?"

Up to now, concubine Zhuang has no need to hide. She frankly admits, "yes, it's me, but have you ever thought about why?"

Today's Han Chen is no longer the Han Chen of the past. He is painfully reluctant to look at his mother.

In his eyes, his mother is gentle, kind, cowardly and obedient, but the mother he sees today is cruel, fierce, resolute and dignified.