What should I do if I am a villain and the heroine likes me?

After He Yunxiao said "I want to marry the princess", the real princess Meng Qingqian was always thinking.

She picked up a piece of candied fruit on the table and put it into her mouth. As the flesh was bitten open by her teeth, the sweet juice filled her mouth, and her thoughts were also opened up a little.

Jian Ling stood aside and watched silently. In this world, she was the only one who had seen the princess's greedy look. It seemed that only at this time, the princess, who was in power, looked like a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.

At this moment, Meng Qingqian's brain was thinking rapidly. She was thinking about something that everyone thought was impossible.

What would happen if I really married He Yunxiao?

Three of the six ministries in the court belonged to me, and three belonged to Han. Half of the six temples, including Dali and Honglu, belonged to me.

In the court of Daqi, there are hundreds of civil and military officials. I can mobilize most of the civil officials, and it is almost difficult to find a military officer. In Yinjing, I can also mobilize the generals of the two clans of Li in Jiangnan and Yang in Hexi. There is no general available outside Yinjing.

Three years later, the emperor will be fourteen years old. That will be the time when the emperor said that the emperor would hand over the power to the emperor. If I hand over the power, how sure am I? If I take the opportunity to seize the power of the Han family for the emperor, how sure am I?

Most of the military generals are in the hands of the Han family. If he rebels at that time, what should I do?

Now my Meng family seems to be high and mighty, but in fact, it is not in our hands. Losing the military power is like a dangerous building in the sky, shaky and ready to fall.

Today, the He family proposed marriage. If I agree, can I get Wu Qinghou to support Meng? If he is really willing to support Meng, then we have nothing to worry about. If he is not willing to support, then everything is over.

Assuming Wu Qinghou is willing to support, but if I marry He Yunxiao, I will be a member of the He family and cannot touch the dragon seal. Can my mother defend the city for three years and persist until the emperor regains power at the age of fourteen?

All this seems to have no solution until the word "Nanzhu" is heard in the front hall.

Meng Qingqian suddenly realized that if Nanzhu was willing to marry He Yunxiao for her, she would have a chance to win over Wu Qinghou while stabilizing the Meng family.

As long as Wu Qinghou supported the Meng family, there would be no mutiny when the power was returned to the emperor three years later.

Meng Qingqian suddenly stood up and said to Jian Ling: "Go to Linxuan Palace."

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Linxuan Palace is a remote palace in the imperial palace. It is very different from the palace where the queen mother lives. It is not only remote, but also deserted. Even the vegetation and grass around the palace are not well maintained and look messy.

The palace is not small, but not many people live in it.

Nanzhu Princess Meng Qingrou, plus three palace maids and a eunuch, there are only five people in total.

The time came to the end of Shenshi, a little after four in the afternoon.

The sun was not scorching at this time. The slanting sunlight cast long shadows, making the whole afternoon picture more warm and soft.

Meng Qingrou stood at the door of Linxuan Palace, closing her eyes and enjoying the rare time to go out during the day. She is worthy of being the daughter of "the most beautiful woman in the world". Even if she wears simple clothes similar to those of a palace maid, it is hard to hide her natural beauty.

An oval face, from eyebrows to nose to mouth, and finally to the chin. Every part is natural and impeccable, and every part is composed of one or several perfect curves.

Even the most sophisticated designer can't design such a look. This woman seems to be the only elf left in the human race.

Meng Qingrou had enough sun, so she called softly: "Xing'er. Can I go water the plants?"

Although she was speaking very hard, her voice was still soft and gentle, and it sounded very comfortable.

"Xing'er?"

No one responded.

It was normal for no one to respond. Three palace maids were not enough to clean up a palace. In most cases, they were very busy.

Meng Qingrou knew this, so after she called out twice, she blinked her beautiful eyes, then found the wooden bucket and water scoop for watering, quietly carried them, and came to the water tank outside the palace wall.

In the palace, in order to prevent water from leaking, a large water tank is placed at intervals.

Medicinal materials are not people, so they do not need to use clean well water, and the same is true for using the rainwater stored in this water tank.

Meng Qingrou carried the wooden bucket and stepped on the simple steps made of several stones next to the water tank. She walked up and reached the water in the tank.

She held the bucket in one hand and the water scoop in the other hand, put her slender waist on the edge of the water tank, bent down, pressed the water scoop under the water surface, and scooped up a full scoop of water.

The clear water surface reflected her clean and beautiful face, and sometimes a few beads of sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped into the water, splashing circles of ripples.

In addition, the beautiful face in the water was made cute.

Meng Qingrou took the water and went to water her herb garden.

This was originally a decorative lawn, but now it has been reclaimed by this fairy to grow medicine.

Common ones such as peony, star anise, and wild ginseng are of course there, and there are also some strange plants, which are all Meng Qingrou's treasures.

"My Miss Meng! Dear Princess Nanzhu!"

The maid Xing'er ran over aggressively, snatched the water scoop from Meng Qingrou's hand, and said viciously: "Your Highness! Look at this branch, this stone! If you get hurt again by accident, it will take a long time to heal. This is what happened last time, have you forgotten? You are not allowed to work by yourself anymore, stand over there."

Meng Qingrou lowered her head and silently accepted the scolding, her little hands hooked.

She listened to Xing'er's words, stood aside, and said flatteringly: "Xing'er, I was wrong."

Xing'er poured the scoop of water, stood up, and said: "It's good to know that you are wrong. You must take good care of yourself and don't do this again."

"Insolent!"

Meng Qingqian was wearing a long skirt and walking quickly, not caring that the hem of her skirt dragging on the ground was stained by the mud of the medicine garden.

This most powerful woman in Qi State came to this cold palace-like place without knowing when.

She walked over and shouted to the maid Xing'er: "How dare a servant teach the master a lesson!"

Xing'er was so scared when she saw Princess Xiaoyue that she knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness, spare my life!"

Meng Qingqian was merciless, "Drag her away and send her to the Jiaofang Division on a chosen day."

Jian Ling on the side did not move, as it was not her turn to take action on such a small matter.

The one who took action was Meng Qingqian's personal guards. Usually when the princess went out, they would follow her from a distance, and once she was ordered, they would immediately come to her.

The two maids grabbed Xing'er's arms and wanted to drag her away.

Meng Qingrou quickly grabbed Meng Qingqian's hand and said, "Sister! Xing'er did it for my own good, she didn't mean it."

Meng Qingqian had a blank expression on her face, "Nanzhu, this person has violated the etiquette so much, if we don't punish him, how can we establish our authority? Take him away."

"Sister!"

Meng Qingrou treated Xing'er as a sister, and was anxious to see her in trouble. But she also knew the character of her half-sister, Princess Xiaoyue Meng Qingqian, who was strong and overbearing. It would be extremely difficult for Meng Qingqian to take back her order.

Seeing that Xing'er was about to be taken away, Meng Qingrou simply reached out and pulled out the sword from the maid's waist, and turned her hand across her neck.

In the deserted garden, the figures of the women were silent like stone pillars.

The breeze blew, and Meng Qingrou's long hair and light gauze skirt were gently swayed.

At this moment, she was holding a sword across her neck, which was unparalleled.

"Sister, Xing'er is mine, you are not allowed to move."