The autumn rain is continuous, bringing with it a unique coolness. As the rain continues, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.
Every family followed the example of the Yongcheng Houfu and stayed in the hospital. Once their lives were endangered, the people's cooperation was extremely high, and the epidemic was unexpectedly easy to control.
But even if you can't go out for a long time, you can't help but hear some gossip.
The king of war punched and kicked the princess because of her foreign wife, and the story of the princess's divorce in anger spread throughout the city.
The people were shocked that Prince Zhan appeared to love his wife, but in fact he was a hypocrite who beat his wife. They were also shocked that the princess dared to love and hate, and was brave enough to defend her dignity even at the risk of death.
Even though it was raining outside, many people came to watch the excitement in front of Prince Zhan's Mansion.
The carriage stopped at the door of the house. The little round-faced man jumped out of the carriage with an umbrella, then turned around and helped Fang Lan out of the carriage.
Fang Lan, wearing a snow-white thin velvet cloak, with fair skin and thick hair, and a dignified posture, slowly got out of the carriage.
The door of Prince Zhan's Mansion was closed tightly, and black clouds shrouded it, making it look extremely depressing.
The little round-faced man handed her the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and said softly, "You wait here while I knock on the door."
Fang Lan held an umbrella and watched her get into the rain, then stepped forward to explain her purpose to the soldiers.
The palace soldier had a cold face and a sarcastic tone, "My lord, please tell me that no one with the surname Fang is allowed to enter the palace."
"You're so presumptuous!" Xiao Yuan's face turned red with anger, she pointed at him and scolded him, "A dog looks down upon others. Have you forgotten your master?"
"Master?" Fu Bing sneered, "Your Majesty is my master. As for this..."
The soldier looked at Fang Lan with disdain, "I don't know him."
"Jia'er, fight."
As soon as Fang Lan finished speaking, the little round-faced man raised his hand and slapped Fu Bing on the face without any ambiguity.
"You!" Fu Bing glared at Fang Lan with his eyes splitting.
"Look," Fang Lan said with a cold face and a calm demeanor, "Even if I don't become the Princess of War, I am still the master, and you will be just a guard dog until then, and you will not be able to take the stage! "
The soldier gritted his teeth, but he didn't know how to refute her.
The gate of the palace slowly opened, and the War King stood in the rain holding an umbrella, staring at Fang Lan quietly, with ghastly eyes.
"Fang Lan, you really have a temper." The War King sneered, "How dare you attack my soldiers."
"Your Majesty can't take care of the guard dog. He bites like crazy and offends me. Naturally, I have to say something." Fang Lan's expression did not change at all, as if the war king in front of him was no different from the humble soldier.
The King of War curled his lips, his eyes clinging to Fang Lan like poisonous snakes, "You came today, didn't you just want to take care of me?"
"Can we clean up outside the station?" War King turned sideways, stared at her and said, "Come in."
"Madam..." The little round face consciously changed her title and murmured, "Don't go, I will go for you!"
Fang Lan held her hand and comforted her softly, "If I don't go, he will definitely cause trouble."
We have been married for more than ten years, and we still have this understanding.
"But..." The little round face bit her lower lip and glanced at the King of War timidly, "I think you may not be able to come out again..."
"No." Fang Lan's eyes were bright and his tone was affirmative, "He doesn't dare to fight me to the death!"
With so many people gathered in front of the palace, no matter how generous the King of War was, he would not dare to confront anyone head-on at this time.
"We just packed up our things and went to Xiao Xu's place."
Fang Lan resolutely entered the palace with a smile on her face, holding an umbrella.
Returning to the main courtyard again, Fang Lan felt a lot of emotions, only feeling sad.
The King of War stood guard at the door, with Fang Lan on his back like a gleam of light.
"Go and look for the dowry." Fang Lan sent the little round face away and sat alone by the bed.
About half an hour later, the little round-faced man came over with joy on his face and said, "Madam, the dowry is all gathered together, and the land and house deeds are here!"
"Is everything packed?" Fang Lan looked at her with an incomprehensible look.
"Yes." The little round face blinked and said softly, "All the slaves who should be taken have been taken."
"Then let's go." Fang Lan stood up and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.
When he came to the King of War, Fang Lan lowered his eyes. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he saw the man's figure flash and block half of the door.
Fang Lan's face turned cold and she looked at him steadily, "What is your prince doing?"
The King of War chuckled in a low voice, his eyes getting colder and colder, "You are so brave, you can even do it to divorce your husband."
Fang Lan spoke calmly and raised his eyes casually, "Between you and me, the Emperor has given the order. Do you still want to resist the order?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a big hand suddenly climbed up on his neck.
The King of War stared, as Fang Lan repeatedly humiliated him, causing him to lose control of his emotions.
Clutching the snow-white neck tightly, the King of War spoke in a crazy tone, "You dare to use the imperial edict to suppress me. Do you really think that I can't touch you?"
"Oh..." Feeling suffocated, Fang Lan struggled hard, and her well-maintained long nails scratched bloody marks on the back of the man's hand.
"Madam!" The little round-faced woman exclaimed and stepped forward to stop her.
"Get out!" The War King slapped her with such force that he knocked her round face to the ground. "You useless bitch, tell me! Is she the princess you instigated?"
The little round-faced man stood up with trembling body, threw himself on the King of War with all his strength, pinched the King of War's fingers, and only repeated, "Let the madam go, let the madam go..."
"Jia... Jia'er..." Fang Lan wanted to push her away, but lost any strength.
"Bitch!" The War King grabbed the little round face by her hair and kicked her aside. "When I deal with this woman who crossed the river and demolished the bridge, I will kill you, this cheap maid, with a stick!"
Fang Lan's face turned pale, and his hands gradually became weak, as if he was taking in less air and outgoing more air.
The little round face covered her kicked stomach, her face was full of tears, and she cried miserably. She muttered to Fang Xu, "Mrs. Hou! Madam Hou, where are you...save my wife!"
The little round-faced man never thought that one day he would regard the thin Madam Yongcheng as a life-saving hero.
"Mrs. Hou?" The War King sneered, his eyes full of disdain, "You are about to die, and you still expect a woman to save you?"
The next moment, there was movement outside the hospital.
"Surround this courtyard for me, and I will take Master Lan away today to my death!"
There was the sound of iron boots hitting the ground outside. War King frowned and subconsciously turned around to look.
Turning around, I saw a little maid leading a group of elite soldiers heading towards this side. They were fully equipped with iron clothes and boots, and their aura was terrifying.
The King of War recognized that little girl, who had been by Fang Xu's side all year round!
As if he noticed something, the War King looked along the crowd and saw Fang Xu following the team.
Instead of taking small steps like before, Fang Xu strode forward. While the palace soldiers at the door were stunned, he pulled out the long knife from his waist and pointed the tip of the knife directly at the King of War.
"I really let the prince down." Fang Xu's eyes were filled with murderous intent, "I'm here after all."
Seeing this, the King of War lowered his head and smiled, letting go of Fang Lan's hand.
Fang Lan lost strength and fell heavily to the ground. He escaped from death and was holding his chest and gasping for air. His fingertips were digging into the soil on the ground.
The King of War stared at the knife in Fang Xu's hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled ferociously, "Why, Madam Marquis Yongcheng still wants to assassinate me?"
