Bang! With a fierce slap, the princess fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"I don't know that you are so cruel!"

The King of the Seventh Palace said angrily.

The princess crawled over and hugged the Seventh Palace King's leg: "Your Majesty, I don't have a concubine. It was the old woman who humiliated the prince, so I taught her a lesson.

The concubine knew that the prince had her in his heart, and had always wanted to find her for the prince, but she did not expect that she would be full of complaints, and she would curse the prince viciously whenever she mentioned it.

I love the prince deeply, and the prince is my heaven. How can I remain indifferent when she makes such evil remarks?"

Tears flowed down her face, covering her whole face, and the princess cried until she was out of breath.

She is smart and knows how to find favorable conditions for herself in desperate situations.

After those words were spoken, the Seventh Palace King's expression softened a little.

Apart from anything else, the princess's feelings for him are definitely not fake.

The red fire whip hit the princess unexpectedly, and the princess hugged the Seventh Palace King tightly in pain.

The King of the Seventh Palace glared at Yan Bingtong and was about to shout. Looking at Yan Bingtong's face, he was speechless for a moment.

Yan Bingtong lowered her eyes and looked at the King of the Seventh Palace: "You and I will pretend that we have never heard what the King of the Seventh Palace and the Imperial Master said, and there is no need for the princess to slander my mother like this.

My mother didn't bother to curse a man she had forgotten, and I didn't need a heartless, simple-minded father.

King of the Seventh Palace, you should be glad that my mother is still alive."

"Let's go."

Yan Bingtong stepped out of the seventh prince's palace, reached the threshold, and looked back at the seventh princess: "When the princess sees me in the future, she should take a detour. Otherwise, if I see you once and beat you once, don't blame my red fire whip for being ruthless and cruel.

Already."

Holding the scepter in hand, Yan Bingtong strode forward with such overwhelming momentum that all the elves in front of the mansion gave way.

When Qingge was about to catch up with Yan Bingtong, the King of the Seventh Palace said: "Ye... Miss, please stay."

Qing Ge paused and turned his head to look at the Seventh Palace King.

The Seventh Palace King looked at Jiu Ci and then at Qing Ge. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "You two, why don't you stay for dinner?"

He didn't know how to retain them, but suddenly he felt kindhearted toward the two children.

"No."

Qingge said lazily: "The palace of the prince is big, and a mortal woman from the human race, an envoy of the nine realms, will not be in the eyes of the prince."

He sang softly and left without even looking back, showing no nostalgia for his grandpa.

The Seventh Palace King then thought that these two children, including Yan Bingtong, were willing to confront his Seal of Destruction rather than tell the truth about the matter.

How much they didn't want to recognize him as their father, grandpa... The Seventh Palace King's heart was twitching and tearing in pain, so much so that he ignored the injured princess and the two princesses.

The Five Kings and Thunder God fainted on the spot and were dragged away from the Seventh Prince's Mansion by Cheng Min.

Princess Nanxun pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and murmured in a low voice as if she was lost in thought: "The granddaughter of the Seventh King...how could this happen?"

Suddenly, Nanxun looked at the figures from behind who were getting further and further outside the mansion door in horror.

If Ye Qingge's grandfather is the King of the Seventh Palace, does she have hidden elf blood?

If she awakens her elven bloodline, she will be qualified to become the Qing Queen, or as the princess of the Seventh Prince's Palace... Nanxun took a breath of cold air, and suddenly grabbed the shoulder of the maid next to him, exerting great force, and his nails were deeply embedded.

It entered the flesh of the maid's shoulder.

The maid was in pain so much that her facial features were piled up and wrinkled together, and she didn't dare to let out a soft moan, silently enduring Nan Xun's torture.

"Absolutely not!"

Nanxun's eyes were slightly red.

How could a mortal woman from the human race whom she once looked down upon suddenly transform into a noble person?

Even the former goddess was not looked down upon by her because of her humble status.

Nan Xun felt troubled for the first time.

She was not afraid that Qing Emperor had this human woman in his heart, but she was afraid that Qing Emperor's sweetheart was Princess Shenyue.

With such a noble status, she is definitely not inferior to her.

Nan Xun's legs began to weaken and he could no longer stand. The material on the maid's shoulders was stained red by the blood from Nan Xun's nails.

The maid quickly supported Nan Xun and shouted worriedly: "Princess..." Nan Xun sneered: "It's just... a bastard..." Yes, a genuine bastard.

There is only one princess being married by the seven princes and eight carriages, and that is the princess of the sea tribe. Only Xuanyuan Lin and the two princesses in the mansion are the direct bloodline of the palace, and have the supreme status.

That Ye Qingge was just a human with a decent talent at best. If he insisted on coming to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to become a dragon and a phoenix, he would be just a bastard.

Come to think of it, how can a dignified young queen be a bastard of the royal family?

Thinking of this, Nan Xun's face was filled with smiles, and the gloom disappeared in an instant, and spring blossomed.

She put her hand down, took the handkerchief from the maid, and wiped away the blood that spilled between her fingernails.

Nanxun looked at the maid with disgust: "It smells really disgusting."

Nan Xun threw away the handkerchief and walked away proudly. The maid lowered her head and followed tremblingly.

……night.

Doctors came to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to treat the injuries of the princess and the two princesses. The red flames remained on the wounds, making them difficult to heal.

The princess lay on the bed and looked at the closed door from time to time. After a long time, she did not see her husband coming.

He was indifferent to her injuries and never visited or cared about her.

The princess's heart was as cold as the frost on an autumn morning.

"Your Majesty..." the princess shouted in a low voice.

In another room, two princesses were lying together. The little princess asked nonchalantly: "Sister, why don't you come to see us?

He loved us the most before."

The princess gritted her teeth and said: "Remember, we have to protect our mother and concubine, and we must also protect our brother. These people are so rampant that they openly bully our mother and concubine.

Father has let us down so much that he still turns to those evil people!"

Palace courtyard.

The King of the Seventh Palace sat in the pavilion, drinking one cup after another.

The moonlight is very pale tonight, the wind is not gentle, it is bone-chilling, and the air is very cold.

One night many years ago, he was drinking wine in the pavilion, playing the piano and admiring the moon. It was also autumn, and she brought a cloak and covered him.

"It's late at night and the frost is heavy. Your Majesty doesn't know how to cherish your own body. If Your Majesty doesn't feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for you."

she said.

He held her in his arms, pressed his forehead against hers, and asked: "Zu'er, are you willing to accompany me to watch the moon for the rest of your life?"

"good."

She replied in a low voice, hugging her lover's neck, her eyes gentler than the night.

Bang.

The King of the Seventh Palace smashed the wine pot, and being drunk, he came to Chiyan Mansion unknowingly.

The Chiyan Mansion was very lively that night. Yan Bingtong and others expressed their gratitude for their grandfather, but they didn't even bother to beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Women are cruel. If you ask me, I should slap her in the face."

Jiu Ci Dao.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open, and everyone in the room looked back.

The Five Kings of Thunder sitting in front of the table dropped the chopsticks on the table with a clatter: "Seven...seven kings..." Is it the seventh king or the great grandfather?

This is a problem.
Chapter completed!