Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

The pear blossom wine is so clear that it is so terrifying and mellow that it is actually a thousand-year-old poison, a trap she set on him for another man.

It hurt his heart fiercely.

Even her final rescue was for self-protection... and she did not have any attachment or reluctance to him. All her affection was given to the other man.

Xian'er held the wine glass in both hands, and was full of tenderness, and handed it to Murong Canghai, saying-

"Prince, please use it."

Looking at the eyes behind the veil, a surge of anger rose from the soles of his feet, and he whipped it suddenly-

"Ah!" Xian'er screamed softly, staggered back and fell to the ground. The wine glass fell and rolled to the corner of the table. The shockingly prepared pear blossom wine immediately spilled all over the floor.

Xian'er's hand was also burned by the hot wine, and it suddenly became red, and tears fell out of her pain. She was extremely frightened and looked at the angry man in front of her with timidity-

"Prince, did Xian'er do something wrong? You are angry. Xian'er knows that he is wrong, Xian'er knows that he is wrong..."

Xian'er burst into tears pitifully, and her weak eyes were enough to disintegrate a man's will.

"Prince, I am Qingchen from Mo Qingju. Something happened to her princess..."

At this moment, an anxious female voice came from outside the yard. Xian'er was startled and looked at Murong Canghai, very nervous.

What?!

When Murong Canghai heard about Su Yueming, he suddenly stood up and walked out immediately-

"Prince..." Xian'er shouted weakly, with a look of injury in her eyes.

Qingchen knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and said—

"The princess doesn't know what's wrong, it hurts suddenly. Prince, come and take a look. I'm afraid something will happen to the princess..."

Murong Canghai hurried out, his feet were stuck on the pear blossom wine, and the soles of his shoes suddenly became wet. A strong fragrance of pear blossom wine lingered around him, and his steps suddenly stopped.

Xian'er's eyes suddenly lit up and her hands clenched into fists.

Murong Canghai's face became colder, and his original eager expression disappeared, he said lightly—

"Just call the doctor if you feel uncomfortable. I won't go back to the royal palace today."

The prince was so cold! Could it be that as the slaves said, his favor for Princess Dazhou was taken away by this Xianer who sold himself to bury his father?

"But..." Qingchen wanted to say something when he heard Murong Canghai's words.

Xian'er's maid had already come out, unable to hide her disgust for Qingchen on her face, and said-

"The prince said that I've rested here today. This sister should go back quickly and hire a doctor for your master."

Qingchen looked up and glared at the maid fiercely. There was no way. The prince had already spoken. It was already the greatest compassion for him to ask for a doctor, so she had to run back in a hurry.

Murong Canghai turned around and the fresh one on the ground shouted softly-

"Prince..."

Murong Canghai walked towards her, her veil fell a little, revealing the unexpected part of her eyes.

He bent down, raised his hand, lifted the veil up, so that he could only see those eyes again, and he raised his hand to cover her forehead.

Xian'er blinked her eyes, and a drop of crystal tears slid down. She raised the back of her hand, which was scalded by the wine, and carefully pulled Murong Canghai's clothes-

This look, this tears... are heartbreaking.

Murong Canghai's throat moved, he suddenly bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked quickly inside.

"Prince..." A sweet smile appeared on Xian'er's face. This hand was not injured in vain.