The Female Cannon Fodder Is Highly Poisonous

Zhao Wenyong did not dare to provoke the regent. Not to mention his position as heir apparent, even his father's title of marquis was obtained through the regent's palace.

Even though the regent doesn't have to go to court now, one word can turn him from a prince to a commoner.

Zhao Wenhui was unwilling to block the road, but Zhao Wenyong was not so bold. He winked at the maid and the boy and grabbed Zhao Wenhui with all his strength.

After the regent and others left, Zhao Wenhui gave Zhao Wenyong a slap in the face.

The snap was so loud that all the guests in the restaurant looked at them, and the few children from aristocratic families who were traveling with them were even more shocked.

It is true that Zhao Wenhui is the princess, but Zhao Wenyong is also the eldest son and the future owner of Wulinghou Mansion. Zhao Wenhui, a sister, is so disrespectful to his brother. What is the difference between hitting Zhao Wenyong and hitting the Zhao family in the face?

Who would dare to marry such an arrogant, unreasonable and wanton person?

Several noble ladies looked at each other, and they all had the same intention, that is, neither their own family nor the families of relatives and friends could get married to the Zhao family.

Zhao Wenyong did not dare to anger the regent, but he was not afraid of his own sister.

Zhao Wenhui gave him such embarrassment in public and treated his identity as the crown prince as nothing. How should people treat him as the crown prince? What do you think of the Zhao family tutor?

"Come here, take the young lady back to your home." Zhao Wenyong ordered without changing his face. The maid and servant, frightened by his cold and deep gaze, did not dare to delay and took action directly.

Zhao Wenhui naturally refused to obey, and immediately started to curse, "I wonder who of you dares? Whoever dares to touch this princess, I will ask the concubine to chop off your head!"

Zhao Wenyong closed his eyes and said coldly, "Bring the carriage over."

Soon, the servants drove the carriage over, and Zhao Wenyong directly grabbed Zhao Wenhui's arm and pulled her into the carriage.

After they left, several other people shook their heads, already thinking about it in their hearts.

Zhao Wenhui is bound to cause trouble sooner or later.

And the eldest son, Zhao Wenyong, doesn't look like someone who can hold up the important posts.

More importantly, the regent was very cold and disgusted with the Wulinghou Mansion.

No matter which direction you look at, the Wulinghou Mansion is not worthy of close friendship. It is better to tell your family that you will not have any contact with the Wulinghou Mansion if you can.

On the other side, Ruan Tang and the others went to the place where they listened to Qu'er.

The regent didn't like to listen to babbling things, but he remembered that Ruan Tang had specially formed a theater troupe by looking for beauties from all over the world. Moreover, she had also studied opera, so he took her to listen because he knew she was interested.

Ruan Tang concentrated on eating melon seeds and peanuts and listening to a little tune. Occasionally he hummed a line or two, which was even more beautiful than the people on the stage.

Raise your hand and twist your fingers, one action can make people look at you for thousands of years.

Wei Zhan and others were extremely curious about her.

Ouyang Zhao admired and respected the regent very much, and even if he was curious, he would not inquire in person, while Sheng Zeyang was a gentleman, he did not talk much, and kept his curiosity in his heart.

Only Wei Zhan couldn't sit still at all.

He boasted that he was unparalleled in romance and had seen beauties all over the world, but he never expected that the most distinctive and beautiful beauties were in the prince's palace.

Wei Zhan squeezed to the side of the regent and whispered, "Your Majesty, the young master likes the beauty who sings on the stage. Aren't you jealous?"

Jing Xuan: "..."

The young master will be the young master.

He glanced at Wei Zhan, then raised his hand to touch Ruan Tang's head, then stretched out his arms to hug Ruan Tang from behind.

He didn't say a word, but Wei Zhan understood everything.

What the regent meant was that the young master belonged to him, so why should he be jealous?