Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

Mu Zhihuan used her sleeve to wipe Yang Wangfei's face, not forgetting to apologize repeatedly.

She had already been locked up by the concubine for two to three days, and on this June day, her body was already stuffy and smelly.

Ever since he came back, he had been asking about his previous self and forgot to wash up and change his clothes. He called out to Yang Qiuyu with his stinky sleeves and wiped her face.

In addition to the unbearably sour smell, Yang Qiuyu's face turned green, pushed her aside and ran outside to retch.

"What are all of you still standing there in a daze for!?" Hurry up and go up! " When the maidservant who was with the secondary wife saw that the mistress had been wronged, she immediately ordered the servants.

Just as the servants were about to reach out to Mu Zhihuan, she raised her hand and slapped them.

"Pa!" An ear-piercing sound was heard. Instantly, everyone was stunned.

Before anyone could react, Mu Zhihuan took a step back and coldly looked at the servant who had been beaten up. "Didn't you see that this concubine and Mistress Yang are still dealing with things?" What are you all joining in for! "

The servant never expected that Mu Zhihuan, who had always been at the mercy of others, would suddenly burst out with such a terrifying gaze, causing her face to instantly turn deathly pale.

His mouth trembled as he said, "Yes..." "Madame Yang, let's …"

Before he could finish, Mu Zhihuan slapped him again. "How dare you, this wangfei is the official wife of this prince, yet you dare to disrespect this wangfei. What crime should you commit?!"

Cold sweat broke out in an instant as the servant's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground. "This servant deserves to die, please calm your anger, wangfei!"

Everyone knew that Mu Zhihuan was not favored by the prince, while Yang Qiuyu, who was the secondary wife, was the prince's favorite.

Regardless, Mu Zhihuan still had the title of 'wangfei' hanging over her head. Even if she was a tiger that had fallen to the ground, it still wasn't something that a little servant like him would dare to offend.

In the past, when she had bullied Mu Zhihuan, she had always remained silent. The entire mansion had nearly forgotten that she was the current emperor who had personally granted the marriage and that the prince had officially married the imperial concubine.

That servant took the lead and knelt down, while the other servants also quickly knelt down in fear.

Seeing the servant lower his head towards her, Yang Qiuyu gnashed her teeth in anger, "Princess?" "Prince has never admitted to your title of wangfei before!"

Mu Zhihuan revealed an astonished expression. "This Concubine's first wife was personally betrothed to by the Emperor. Is little sister looking down on the Emperor?"

With just a few words, he had charged the side concubine with being disrespectful to the emperor!

After all, this is a death sentence. To think that she would dare to say such words, the young mistress Yang's face was deathly pale as she hurriedly tried to defend herself, "Don't talk nonsense! This wife doesn't mean that. "

Mu Zhihuan glanced at her in disdain. Her smile disappeared as her eyes turned sharp, "How dare you, Madame Yang, not bow when you see the first wife and eldest son?"

Jiang Qing was the eldest son of the family. Other than her as the main wife, anyone who saw him would have to address him respectfully as "Crown Prince"!

"Don't go too far! If I let you know that you treat me like this, I will never forgive you! "

Her whole body was trembling, and the powder on her face that had been coated with a thick layer of makeup was falling off.

Facing the bright sunlight, those pieces of powder floated down. Seeing this, Mu Zhihuan's head was filled with black lines as she silently cursed in her heart: "It seems that Your Highness doesn't have a good eye either."

Could it be that this side was using too many cosmetics, and the chemicals were invading his brain?

As she thought about it, her loving and retarded eyes unconsciously shone. Mu Zhihuan reminded her with good intentions, "This etiquette is set by all previous emperors. Could it be that little sister doesn't want to make the emperor …"

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, she clenched her teeth and kneeled on the ground. She angrily said, "Greetings, consort, prince!"

Her beautiful eyes were misty, causing people's hearts to ache for her. Jiang Qing had never received such a great gift from an imperial concubine before. She immediately panicked and began to panic on the side.

Mu Zhihuan took his hand, hinting for him not to be nervous as she strolled over to the side princess.

"Little sister has been married into the palace for more than five years. The prince is still in his prime, and he only has you in his care. Little sister, you have to work harder and help the prince open up some new branches and leaves."

These words were like a poke at Yang Qiuyu's sore spot. Her slender hands tightly gripped the hem of her skirt as she looked at Mu Zhihuan with even more malicious eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that her stomach hadn't been moving ever since she had married into the prince's mansion, how could Mu Zhihuan still occupy the title of Royal Consort of the Righteous Prince's Manor?!

Mu Zhihuan's words were obviously mocking Yang Qiuyu for not being able to conceive or give birth to a child.

How could Yang Qiuyu not understand the meaning behind his words? Her face turned pale from anger, and her eyes were staring fixedly at Mu Zhihuan, wishing she could hack her into a thousand pieces!