Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

She is very quiet, as quiet as a orchid in a corner, and she is also very cold, as cold as winter ice.

Her body exudes a quiet fragrance, which will make people who are close to her be confused and attracted to her body and mind, until they fall into the abyss and cannot extricate themselves.

He also liked this taste and became addicted to it.

The prince felt an inexplicable heat slowly spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and his head slowly approached her. Her breath slowly surrounded his senses.

The prince slowly raised his hand and was about to hold her head.

"alright."

However, when his lips were about to touch her cheek, she suddenly opened her mouth and untied the robe on his body. He was stunned. Before she could take back the feeling, she had already given the brocade to the silhouette.

He took his robe and baked it.

She didn't know what happened in this, and the prince couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

He sat in front of the stove wearing a brocade quilt, without saying a word, with a little dull expression on his face.

"Princess, ginger soup is here." After a while, the sound of Green Face came from outside the door.

"Here you." Su Yueming stood up, opened the door a little, brought ginger soup in, put it in the prince's hand, and said-

"Your Highness, drink it. Your body will be warm after drinking it, and the robe will be almost dry."

No response.

She paused for a moment, raised her head, but saw the prince's expression of annoyance. He seemed to have never heard her talk about ginger soup.

"What's wrong?" Su Yueming's heart trembled, and he put his hands on his forehead, and then on his forehead. "Do you feel very uncomfortable?"

"I..." A hint of blush appeared on the prince's face.

Su Yueming said in surprise, "Oh no, it seems that he has been infected with wind and cold, and his face is red. I'm afraid he has a fever. No, Your Highness must go back to the palace and ask the imperial physician for treatment immediately."

"I..." The prince wanted to say something, but Su Yueming had already called Feng Po in, put on the robe for the prince again, urging him to drink the ginger soup, and then asked Feng Po to lead the prince back to the palace as soon as possible

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"..." Seeing the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion slowly closed, the prince opened his mouth and said, "This girl is so smart, but she is so stupid today. She can't tell the thoughts of me at all. She still put me in my palace.

Bomb out."

"Your Highness, it's time to get on the carriage." The guards had already prepared the carriage, and Mo Yu was waiting there. Feng Po lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked the prince to get on the carriage.

The prince's gaze turned back from where Su Yueming's figure disappeared. Looking at Feng Po, his eyes became firm. He ordered in a deep voice, "Protect her."

"Yes." Feng Po took his life and went back.

The prince then got on the carriage, and the carriage quietly returned to the palace.

In Yuming Garden, Su Yueming looked at the place where the prince had just sat and couldn't help but smile.

Lu Rong and Bier were particularly happy, Lu Rong Road—

"What's the point of being proud of? I think this way. When she entered the palace, the prince wouldn't look at her. The prince likes us Princess Duorong."

Bier was still a little unwilling and said, "As long as you say, but this time I'm really frustrated to let her survive."

Su Yueming picked up the hot tea beside him and drank it gently, meaningful and authentic.

"I have to talk about whether I can enter the palace tomorrow."

Lurong and Bier looked at each other, and neither of them understood what Su Yueming meant. The empress dowager's decree had been issued, so how could she not be as good as the palace?