Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

Su Yueming was not favored by the people of the Qin Dynasty, and all the servants in the royal palace saw how she was against Murong Canghai's kindness, and they all dared not speak out against her. Now it was suddenly reported that the prince had a new favorite.

The news is naturally looking forward to Su Yueming losing favor.

"They have all built a yard. In my opinion, it will be a matter of time before the girl is taken back to the royal palace."

"Okay, I think that witch will be proud of when."

"But that girl is still a poor girl who is not worthy of being on the table. Even if she enters the mansion, she can't even get a concubine."

"What's the matter? Being able to enter our palace is a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life. Even a concubine is a great honor."

After hearing these unpleasant words, Taxue said angrily, "Princess, these desperate dog slaves are probably new. I don't know the rules of the royal palace. I dare to argue with my master behind my back and wait for the slave to report to the prince.

To tear their mouths."

"Yes, the prince never allows the servants to discuss. These dog slaves are all life-deserving things." Qingchen also agreed, and quietly observed Su Yueming's expression.

But Su Yueming only felt that these servants were all noisy and harsh, and said-

"Send me back to my room, I'm tired."

"Yes." Taxue immediately went to invite someone to come and carry the sedan chair and go back to the room.

Those servants who were discussing privately were frightened when they saw Su Yueming's sedan chair, thinking that this was a tragic thing, and this witch must take revenge.

But when Su Yueming passed by them, she didn't even look at her eyes and didn't take them seriously at all.

The so-called meeting on a narrow road is like this. I don’t want to see you but I just saw you. Su Yueming’s sedan chair had just turned a corner when he happened to run into Murong Canghai.

As before, his purple robe wrapped around his slender and tough body, and his evil face was like a spell, exuding an intoxicating aura.

It seemed that he was in a good mood, and there was a faint smile on his face.

No matter how annoyed Su Yueming was, he had to admit that Murong Canghai's appearance was an outstanding work of heaven. He was not as perfect as the prince, but his facial features seemed to have magical powers, which made people fall into it.

However, unlike in the past, this time, there was a person next to him, this was a woman with a strange face—

The woman was wrapped in a light pink robe and covered with a white gauze. She was as beautiful as the peach blossoms in March, exuding a beautiful atmosphere.

The plum blossom makeup on her face was fresh, delicate and graceful.

With a shallow, shy smile, as if a little uneasy, snuggled behind Murong Canghai, the white and tender hands were tightly held together, looking like a bird leaning on others, looking around timidly, as if

It is as if you are afraid of being discarded by your master, which makes you feel pity.

It is obvious that unlike Su Yueming's tense and cold, the woman's eyes were completely obedient and gentle, with Murong Canghai as the sky.

Such a woman can satisfy the dignity and vanity of a man to the greatest extent.

For some reason, Su Yueming always felt a little familiar when she looked at her, especially those eyes, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Murong Canghai also looked at her, and the two of them met in the air at a distance of not far or near.

Su Yueming's lips were slightly raised, and a trace of mockery flashed through her eyes. The so-called Murong Canghai was just like this, and his preference was like ordinary men.