After divorce, the princess was forced to raise the villain

The breeze blew across my cheeks, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

The flowers in the courtyard are swaying towards the sun, which makes them look strange and colorful.

At this time, Shen Ling was sitting in the pavilion, admiring the flowers not far away and tasting the tea in her hand.

In recent days, despite the suppression by officers and soldiers, Cheng Beinuo and Qiao Anhao's men have not stopped spreading Song Xinyu's evil deeds among the people, which has given Shen Ling a peaceful life.

"Qing'er, it's time for us to go out for a walk."

Shen Ling put down the teacup in her hand, with a smile on her face, and said to the maid waiting on the side.

"Yes, slave, go and prepare now."

Qing'er was a smart girl that she fell in love with at first sight when she was wandering in the main garden a few days ago.

Instead of taking a carriage, the two of them just sneaked out from the backyard of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.

Then he swaggered towards the most prosperous and lively streets, and what he saw were vendors from all walks of life setting up stalls, some pushing wooden carts, and some loudly greeting people.

"Miss, it's so lively here."

Among the chattering crowd, Qing'er's big and lively eyes shone brightly.

"Yes, but we came out today to do business, so don't get lost."

Shen Ling was a little helpless at the way this little girl had never seen the world, but she also gave her instructions with doting eyes.

After Qing'er nodded, the two of them bypassed the crowd and walked towards the crowded restaurant.

Shen Ling is dressed in a light gauze gown, and every move she makes is filled with royal elegance and dignity.

As soon as she entered the room, she attracted the attention of countless onlookers, and some even started talking in low voices.

"Alas! That must be the former princess Shen Ling. She is really pitiful to say the least."

"Yes, yes, she provoked everyone, but she was killed because of jealousy."

…

Words of low-pitched discussion reached Shen Ling's ears. The corners of the lips on that moving face were slightly raised, and he sat on the empty table in the corner without caring.

The more strict the officers and soldiers investigate, the more serious the people's "rebellious" mentality becomes.

The storyteller on the main stage of the restaurant was telling the scandalous story of Song Xinyu with great emotion. His eyes turned to the gentle woman in the corner, and he sighed heavily.

The people in the audience who were listening with great interest asked in confusion, "Why don't you talk about it anymore?"

"Princess Shen is so pitiful!"

The storyteller looked at Shen Ling with unabashed pity.

As if he had seized the opportunity, Shen Ling stood up with an embarrassed look on his face, covered his face with the handkerchief, and whispered, "Ling'er naturally knows that he is not as good as Sister Song. He just wants to live peacefully in the palace, but he doesn't want my sister to... …”

"shut up!"

Before he could finish his words, a sharp voice echoed through the room.

When everyone turned their attention, they saw Song Xinyu walking towards Shen Ling angrily with a dark face.

Seeing the figure gradually enlarged, a hint of cunning flashed in Shen Ling's eyes, but there was actually fear on her face, "Sister, don't, don't hit me."

"You bitch! I have to pull out your tongue!"

Another curse sounded in the quiet restaurant. Song Xinyu, whose rationality had been swallowed up, could not care about this.

He raised his hand to grab the slender arm in front of him.

Unexpectedly, it just touched it.

The weak and boneless man leaned back heavily and fell to the ground.

When Shen Ling looked up again, he already had a wronged look on his face, and tears were shining in his eyes.

"No! I didn't push it!"

Song Xinyu stared at her hands in disbelief with her eyes wide open. When she saw the malicious looks directed at her, she could only stutter out an explanation.

"Sister...Sister, please let Ling'er live."

Shen Ling's voice was filled with prayer and helplessness, which made everyone present feel heartbroken.

For a time, words of accusation were heard overwhelmingly.

"The princess at that time was so vicious in her heart!"

"You can actually attack a weak and defenseless woman! How vicious!"

…

Hearing the words one after another, Song Xinyu kept shaking her head, and the last line of defense in her heart collapsed.

He suddenly turned his head and roared at the servant behind him with a ferocious expression, "Take this little bitch away!"

Looking at the servants gathered around him, the people on the ground tightened their eyes and clenched their hands tightly under their sleeves.

If your strength is exposed at this time, things will be difficult to handle next.

If Song Xinyu is allowed to be taken back...

"Your Highness the Princess is so proud that even the guests of our Imperial Palace can be taken away at will."

A familiar male voice sounded, his voice as cold and aloof as ever.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Shen Ling got up from the ground crying and staggered to the man's side, "Husband, you are finally here. Sister Song wants to take Ling'er back, and Ling'er is scared. "

After saying that, he fell into the strong embrace.

Jing Si did not resist, he lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, with a little reproach in his eyes.

"Shen Ling! I'm going to kill you!"

Jealousy broke through the last layer of fig leaf, and Song Xinyu shouted with a twitching face.

He raised his hand and took out the long whip from his waist without waiting for anyone to react.

"call out!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of the whip being unsheathed and the muffled sound of the whip colliding with flesh resounded throughout the tavern.

When it was clear who the whip was hitting, Song Xinyu was so frightened that she knelt on the ground trembling with fear. Her pupils were dilated and she kept shaking her head, "No... it's not like this, it's not... it's not...!"

Shen Ling closed her eyes tightly. The expected pain did not come, so she slowly opened her eyes.

I saw a red mark on Jing Si's solid arm!

"Are you...are you okay?"

As if she didn't expect it, Shen Ling was also stunned and carefully raised her hand to touch the raised mark.

Jing Si's face was full of murderous intent, and he looked at Song Xinyu on the ground with a cold light, "Her Royal Highness the princess is so elegant! Not only did she threaten the former princess, but she also attacked me. Today I enter the palace and I must tell the emperor!"

Hearing the word "Emperor", Song Xinyu's dull eyes were full of fear. She knelt down and pushed Jing Si away, praying with tears in her eyes, "No, brother Jing Si, don't want it. Yu'er is wrong, Yu'er won't do it again." I don’t dare anymore, brother Jingsi.”

Song Xinyu's expression of snot and tears must have made people feel distressed, but who was Jing Si? Naturally, he kicked the person at his feet away with a look of disgust, not even wanting to say anything.

Song Xinyu, who was kicked to the ground, felt no pain at all. There was still panic in her eyes, as if she had thought of something. She reached out and grabbed Shen Ling's clothes and begged, "Sister, sister is wrong, sister is wrong." I don’t dare anymore... Please help my sister to persuade brother Jingsi, please, please."

How can Song Xinyu think about the problem of face?

Jing Si's status in the court is very important, and she cannot be compared with a princess!

If my father knew that he accidentally injured the imperial master, coerced the people, and killed the princess of the previous dynasty, he would definitely have his skin peeled off!