After the divorce, the princess was forced to raise a sickly villain

"Wen Zhan." Chu Qinghuang said coldly, "How do you think this palace should punish your sister?"

Wen Shang looked at Wen Zhan with a pale face.

Wen Zhan was silent for a moment, and then Wen Ruan said, "Your Highness, can you please spare her this time for my sake?"

Wen Shang looked nervous.

"If I spare her, will she remember the lesson?"

"Return...report to Your Highness the Princess," Wen Shang said with a trembling voice, "I must remember that I...I will never dare to do it again next time. I beg Your Highness to forgive me this time."

Wen Zhan smiled and begged again: "Your Highness has the heart of a Bodhisattva, so don't worry about it like a little girl."

Bodhisattva-hearted?

The expressions of everyone present were subtle.

Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess has such a bodhisattva heart, and the Wen family's concubine is really good at telling lies with his eyes open.

Chu Qinghuang looked at Wen Zhan silently for a while, and then nodded lightly: "In this case, I will spare her once. If she does it again next time, I will let Lord Wen take the position of minister to someone else."

Wen Zhan smiled slightly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Wen Shang breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped from death, and quickly thanked her: "Thank you, Your Highness, Princess, for your kindness! I will never dare to do it again in the future."

She decided to take a detour when she saw the eldest princess in the future. If she couldn't get around, she would kneel down obediently and never apologize again. Her highness the eldest princess's aura was too scary.

Chu Qinghuang said nothing.

Wen Shang carefully looked at her face, slowly stood up and sat aside. Seeing that Chu Qinghuang had no reaction, her tense nerves completely relaxed.

Everyone was silent, and no one spoke easily for a while.

The atmosphere here is too solemn, and it is completely gone from the relaxation and leisure of the poetry gatherings held in previous years. Although in previous years there were invisible tit-for-tat confrontations between noble ladies from aristocratic families, trying to compete with each other in terms of poetry talent, no one understood it. Qinghuang has such a strong temper and powerful pressure.

The poetry party has not yet begun, but the successive conflicts have destroyed all the relaxed atmosphere.

After being silent for a long time, Chu Yiling spoke up to ease the atmosphere: "With me and Qimei here, you may not have a good time. Let's do this. Qimei and I will go for a walk in the mountains. You all have a good time. ”

As he said that, he turned to look at Chu Qinghuang: "Seventh sister."

Chu Qinghuang glanced at her with an indifferent expression, showing no emotion, but under Chu Yiling's expectant eyes, she nodded casually: "Yes."

Wen Zhan stood up and said, "Your Highness."

"You stay here to play with them." Chu Qinghuang said, "If you can come out on top, I will reward you when you go back."

Wen Zhan bowed his head humbly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Chu Qinghuang turned around and walked towards the mountains.

Chu Yiling walked side by side with Chu Qinghuang for a while, turned to look at Fucang who was following her like a shadow, and said with a faint smile: "I have something private that I want to talk to Qimei alone."

The corner of Chu Qinghuang's mouth flashed with a mocking arc, and his attitude was very cooperative: "Fucang, you stay here and wait for me."

Fucang wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back, lowered his head and said yes.

Chu Yiling smiled and walked towards the mountains with Chu Qinghuang.

"There is a pavilion in front. We can sit there and talk." Chu Yiling's voice was warm and gentle, as if she was talking to a good sister, as if what happened in the past few days had dissipated with the wind. As if, without leaving any trace of resentment, "Qimei likes Wen Zhan now?"

Chu Qinghuang responded lightly, not knowing whether he liked it or not.

"Young Master Wen looks good. He has a gentle and elegant appearance, is outstandingly handsome, and has a bookish air about him. He is indeed the type that Seventh Sister likes." Chu Yiling sighed, "But a bastard is a bastard after all. How can a legitimate son be born innocent?" Exquisite bearing and pride?”

Chu Qinghuang said nothing.

"The concubine has a humble status. Apart from using sex to serve people and clinging to the powerful, he has no sincerity at all." Chu Yiling spoke earnestly, "Seventh sister is smart and should be able to distinguish pearls from fish eyes."

Chu Qinghuang asked calmly: "Who is the pearl and who is the fish eye?"

"Of course the prime minister's legitimate son is a pearl." Chu Yiling smiled, "How can the Wen family's legitimate son be compared to Jinzhi?"

Chu Qinghuang was about to speak when a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded in front of him: "Isn't this the eldest princess's consort? Why are you staying here alone? After being abandoned by the eldest princess, you are so sad that you have no face to see anyone?"

"If you were really shameless, Mr. Feng wouldn't be here today." Another man said with a sneer, "You don't want to save your relationship with the eldest princess, do you? I advise Mr. Feng not to have any illusions, no. Seeing that Her Royal Highness has a new love? "

"If I were Mr. Feng, I would definitely not come out today and make a fool of myself. After all, so many people saw me kneeling three times and kowtowing on the long street that day. After just a few days, I still have a deep impression."

"Yes, you have lost all face to the Prime Minister, but you actually dare to come out to see people today?"

An angry look appeared on Chu Yiling's face. She walked over quickly and saw a few people standing in the pavilion: "What are you talking about?!"

The few young men in the pavilion were all noble sons of the royal family. When they saw the Sixth Princess, there was no panic on their faces. They just smiled and saluted: "See the Sixth Princess."

The anger on Chu Yiling's face was still there, and she coldly scolded: "The dignified son of the Prime Minister, how can I allow you to add insult to injury? Get out of here!"

"Sixth Princess, calm down," a man in a sky-blue satin robe said in a fake and sincere way, "We are also trying to enlighten Mr. Feng and tell him not to hang himself on a tree. There are so many women in this world, why do you always want the one that doesn't belong to you?"

Chu Qinghuang stood calmly outside the pavilion, and when she looked up, she met Feng Jinzhi's dark and forbearing eyes.