Chapter 3 The Jealous Face

"Little demon! Little demon! Come out quickly and don't hide! Little demon, where are you?

"Little Demon--

Lan Xin and Mei Xiang looked around and kept calling.

Xia Houchen narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and waved to Wan Xi, the attendant beside him: "Let them look elsewhere and don't appear in front of me!"

Wanxi answered yes, walked towards the two and waved them away loudly: "Lan Xin and Mei Xiang, go elsewhere, don't disturb the prince and his wife!"

Lan Xin looked at each other, looked at the box of Shuixie, stopped talking, and left the Cuijing Garden with their heads down.

"Prince--" Man Yao called softly, a little unbearable.

"Don't pay attention to them!" He took a sip of wine with a cold face, and the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. As long as he saw the people around her, he couldn't help but be angry.

She nodded gently and wondered if he treated each other coldly because they were Yin Xuan's maids. She glanced around and caught a glimpse of snow white, which was a little surprised: "Your Majesty--"

Xia Houchen followed her eyes. A group of fluffy white things were nestling behind the rockery. Man Yao bowed and wanted to pick it up. He stopped her coldly: "Don't go, it's a wild cat!"

After hesitating for a moment, she nodded her head and sat down gracefully and elegantly added a glass of wine for Xia Houchen. She was a little curious: "Your Majesty, is it called a little demon?"

Xia Houchen glanced at the white cat, and his eyes were eager to strangle its coldness: "Little demon?! Only Yin Piaoxuan will use such a vulgar name!"

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she remembered that she wanted to give Lan'er the name of a snake. It was no longer strange now. She looked slightly, and a touch of purple reflected in her eyelids: an elegant and beautiful woman's style came to the water, with a slightly slender figure, a light purple gauze, a plain white and long skirt, embroidered with a few flowers with gold silk thread, and her hair turned into one. A bun, diagonally inserted into a hollow gold hairpin, decorated with a little purple jade, a little pink on the face, light pink on the cheeks, calm and elegant temperament.

"I have met the prince!" Lin Wan said a blessing: "I didn't wait for the prince to return home yesterday. Please forgive me!"

He said lightly, "Wan'er, don't be polite. You're not in good health. Have a good rest!"

Man Yao's delicate mind. Seeing his expression, she suddenly became clear about the woman's identity and status, and quickly got up and bent slightly to her.

Lin Wan's jaw smiled, replied with a salute, and said slowly, "Your Majesty, I want to hold a banquet in the evening to welcome Mrs. Zhao. I don't know what the prince wants?"

He nodded and agreed. Lin Wan didn't say more and left with a decent salute.

Looking at Shanshan's departure, Manyao sighed in her heart: It's true that she was born in a scholarly family. She was dignified and steady. Seeing her going to the rockery, she bent down and picked up the little demon, and her eyebrows jumped slightly.

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Lin Wan smiled and took care of the little demon's smooth hair, and her eyes were more feity: "Little demon, don't run around, so that your princess won't bother!"

Yan'er, the maid beside her, was a little worried: "Madam, give it to me. Madam hasn't recovered yet. I'm afraid--"

Lin Wan shook her head, smiled, and poked the little demon's head with her fingers: "It's not that you don't know that the little demon is picking people. You can't control this spicy little demon!"

The little demon seemed to understand her words and meowed, causing Yaner to laugh crisply.

She held the little demon through the Yunyuexuan corridor and shook her head and glanced at both sides. Such an eye-catching red made her always have a strong sense of distance involuntarily. It seemed that she could never integrate into the burning red and could not see through the woman standing in the red.

"Mrs. Shu!" Lan Xin and Mei Xiang greeted her as soon as they saw her.

She tapped her head and handed over the white cat in her arms. Lanxin hugged the little demon, stroked the smooth hair of the white cat angrily, and complained, "Little demon, Mrs. Shu is not in good health. If you make your wife feel uncomfortable, look at the princess won't kill you!"

"Where's the princess?"

"Mrs. Shu, the princess is sleeping!" Mei Xiang replied in a low voice.

Lin Wan gave a hum, knowing that she had always been sleepy and did not disturb her. She nodded slightly: "We will hold a banquet to welcome Mrs. Zhao in the evening and ask the princess to show her face!"

Lan Xin snorted and pouted: "Thank you, Mrs. Shu. The princess will definitely not go, so as not to offend the new lady and make the prince unhappy. Yesterday, the prince shouted that he wanted to divorce the princess again!"

Seeing her frown slightly, Lan Xin said quickly and softly, "Mrs. Shu, please forgive me. You are not clear about the princess's temperament. Please pay more attention!"

She nodded and said no more, and took Yan'er out of Yun Yuexuan.

Yan'er couldn't help muttering, "Madam, I think the princess is really difficult to figure out. What the princess does always makes me confused."

"Princess is a very interesting person!" She sighed slightly.

Yan'er shrugged her shoulders and said, "But as long as she doesn't do bad things to your wife!"

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Manyao changed her water-blue gauze skirt and went to the Hibiscus Pavilion in the Cuijing Garden with Lan'er. Hanging gauze lanterns everywhere along the road. The whole royal palace showed some mystery and hazy in the night. The Cuijing Garden is the garden of the royal palace, located in the middle of the royal palace to the north. The ancient trees in the garden are towering, the clear water linger, the pavilion pavilion, the corridor, and the light moonlight. The next one is ever-changing, and there is a unique hole.

When she thought of meeting his wives, she felt a little uncomfortable. This little jealousy may be unreasonable and unfounded, but after all, she was just a woman. She took a deep breath, pulled a faint smile on her face, and moved gently. Before reaching the pavilion, several beautiful women had been seen to sit down. She gracefully entered the pavilion and gave a lot of blessings!

"Mrs. Zhao, don't be polite!" Lin Wan smiled and got up to introduce several people to her one by one.

Xi Yujiao sneered and looked at her wantonly. Her tone was a little unkind: "You are Mrs. Zhao brought back by the prince from Qiling County. You are indeed a rare beauty!"

Man Yao smiled slightly. They were indeed the same as they knew. It was not surprising that they did not see Yin Xuanying in the seat. They hurriedly motioned Lan'er to step forward, handed over the meeting gifts one by one, and glimpsed the disdain in Xi Yujiao's eyes. They couldn't help looking at her. The beautiful purple clothes were beautiful and delicate, but compared with the red clothes, It is slightly inferior, with less demonic spirit.

When He Yurong saw that Lan'er still had a gift in her hand, she smiled and said, "Mrs. Zhao, is that a gift for the princess?"

laughed again. Xi Yujiao said slowly, "Mrs. Zhao should be careful so as not to be banned by the princess like us. If the prince hadn't returned to the house, I don't know when she would have been banned!"

Lv Qiusu smiled gently: "The princess is just a little girl!"

Xi Yujiao laughed dryly and raised her eyebrows: "No, since the prince married her back to his house and never had sex with her, she is perverse and angry with us!"

For a moment, she was speechless. Man Yao pulled the corners of her mouth and it was difficult to say anything. Although everyone in the magistrate was tacit, she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when she said it.

Lin Wan cleared her throat, broke the discordant atmosphere, and turned around and ordered people to eat.

She ate all kinds of delicacies and jade liquid, but she didn't know the taste. Compared with the power competition between men, the women's struggle was even more endless, and the underflow was turbulent. She didn't believe that they were exceptions, withdrew her seat, chatted for a while, and dispersed.