After divorce, the princess was forced to raise the villain

idiot!

Listening to the rhythmic slaps and Zhou Wan'er's intermittent pleas, Song Xinyu felt much happier, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and became even more excited when faced with the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

Not long after, Zhou Waner's face instantly swelled into a pig's head.

Seeing her half-dead state, Song Xinyu raised her hand to stop her, and warned her in an arrogant tone: "What happened today is a lesson to you. If it happens again, it will not only ruin your face." Simple – watch your head!”

She squinted her eyes, revealing a faint murderous intent.

"Throw her out of the palace."

As she finished speaking, the big-bodied and round-waisted nanny threw Zhou Waner out like a little chicken.

Imperial Prefecture.

As soon as Zhou Waner came back, the news of her humiliation in the palace spread throughout the palace. The maid vividly described her miserable situation to Shen Ling, and the two of them laughed.

Shen Ling rubbed his sore cheeks, but he didn't recover for a long time.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look."

Finally calming down, Shen Ling smiled and asked the maid to bring medicine, and the two of them went to Zhou Waner's residence.

As soon as Shen Ling stepped in, her face changed. She frowned, worried and full of heartache. The maid was dumbfounded by her acting skills.

"Good sister, why are you like this?"

"Does it hurt?"

Shen Ling knew what was going on, but still reached out and poked Zhou Wan'er's injured face. Seeing her grinning in pain, she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, so she could only lower her head.

Zhou Waner looked at her slumped shoulders and mistakenly thought she was feeling sorry for herself. She endured the pain and opened her mouth to persuade: "Sister, don't cry, I'm fine. You don't know that my face turned green today because of Song Xin's tone. Happy! Happy! Haha. Haha hiss..."

Because she moved too much when she laughed, it hurt the wound. Zhou Waner was extremely happy and sad, and she shed tears of pain.

"Hey, it's all my fault. I brought you medicine for wounds, but it's very useful. I'm sure your face will be back to normal in a few days, and there's also whitening ointment."

After saying that, Shen Ling even opened the lid of the wound medicine, took a spoonful and applied it evenly on her.

As Shen Ling said after applying it, it felt ice cold, which instantly relieved the burning pain, and made me feel much better.

The medicine worked so well that Zhou Wan'er squinted her eyes in comfort, with a face full of enjoyment, and fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, she was awakened by someone sent by Song Xinyu.

"Miss Zhou has such a big air!"

The palace man's tone was unkind, and he wanted to raise his head to the sky. Without waiting for Zhou Waner to speak, he lectured domineeringly: "I advise you not to forget your identity..."

"Who am I?"

Zhou Waner was already angry in front of Song Xinyu, and she had nowhere to vent her anger. Now, a little palace servant dared to be rude to her. She seemed to have found an outlet in an instant, and slapped her hand mercilessly, shouting angrily. He reprimanded, "No matter how bad I am, I am still an official lady. You, a rough servant, dare to be disrespectful to me. You don't even urinate and take good care of yourself. You are just a pug, and you still have the nerve to bark!"

With that said, Zhou Waner kicked the person out without mercy.

The palace servants were frustrated, covered their faces and returned to the palace angrily. They were brewing good emotions outside, and then came to Song Xinyu to add fuel to the fire and make Zhou Waner's arrogance and domineering.

"Princess, it depends on the owner to hit a dog. If she does this, she will definitely hit you in the face."

"That's unreasonable!"

Song Xinyu really didn't expect Zhou Waner to be like this, and with the instigation from the palace people, the anger in her chest became more and more intense.

"Yes, not only did she beat the slave, but she also kept saying that even if you were here, she would be punished."

"You go down first!"

Listening to the palace man's words, Song Xin's blood flowed backwards, and she kept breathing heavily. It wasn't until she watched the person retreat that her mind calmed down a little. She lay on the couch and thought secretly. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, considering how stupid Zhou Waner could detect the abnormality, someone must be causing trouble behind her and instigating her.

Shen Ling!

Her chaotic thoughts flashed through, and Shen Ling's face immediately appeared in her mind.

It must be her.

Song Xinyu's expression was contorted, and her back teeth were itching with hatred. This bitch had ruined her good deeds three times and four times, frequently opposed herself, and made herself look embarrassed. It was simply unforgivable.

She became angry and slapped him upward angrily. Unexpectedly, the movement was too big and it pulled her injured leg. The pain instantly made her "ouch", and the expression on her face became even more distorted.

Shen Ling, Shen Ling, this is Shen Ling, I will never let her have an easy time!

Song Xinyu half-squinted her eyes, forcing herself to calm down and clear her thoughts before speaking again, "Here comes someone."

"Princess, what are your orders?"

Song Xinyu beckoned her to her side and whispered to her.

After receiving the order, the palace attendants immediately left to investigate. After a while, they returned and reported to her the pulse of the dragon, "I heard that Shen Ling gave her a lot of ointments."

It turns out that this is how to win over.

What good medicine does the little bitch have in her hands?

"Go to the palace's private treasury, take out the wound medicine and recovery ointment gifted by your father, and deliver them to Zhou Wan'er."

"yes."

Just when the palace attendant was about to leave, Song Xinyu stopped her again, "Don't take advantage of her, bring an extra portion of beauty cream and give it to Shen Ling."

"By the way, I remember that Cui Shanggong specially presented a bottle of poison a few days ago, right?"

The palace man nodded and understood her meaning very smartly, "Princess, don't worry, I will handle it properly and there won't be any mistakes."

"good."

When Song Xinyu heard the words, she waved her hands lazily, closed her eyes and paid no attention.

The palace attendant worked very quickly and soon came to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion again, but this time she went to see Shen Ling first. After all, Shen Ling's status was nominally higher than Zhou Waner's.

"The princess specially rewards you. These are tributes from various countries. There are only three bottles in total. The princess has been keeping them in her private treasury and is reluctant to use them. This shows how much she values ​​you."

Hearing her clever mouth, Shen Ling sneered in her heart.

How could Song Xinyu be so kind-hearted?

She glanced at the maid, who immediately understood and chatted with the palace people, entangled her and had no time to pay attention to Shen Ling.

Shen Ling took this opportunity to exchange two gifts.

"Okay, it's getting late, let my aunt go back and recover quickly!"

After handling the matter without anyone noticing, Shen Ling just called the maid.

Upon seeing this, the palace attendant immediately left and went to Zhou Wan'er's residence, explaining his purpose and giving her the poisonous ointment.

"threw!"

Zhou Waner covered her face, filled with anger and resentment towards Song Xinyu, not wanting to use her things at all, but when she roared loudly, the maid persuaded her to stop.

"Miss, even if you complain about the princess, you still have to save your face. Besides, this slave has heard of this wound medicine. It is indeed a rare product. Why are you so hard on yourself?"