Chapter 32: I can’t live without her, right?

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She is really good at taking care of people, she has to thank the dog prince!

I went out on errands, so why did I take her with me? I really treat her like a bench, moving her wherever she goes.

She stopped Ah You with a grimace on her face: "Wait a minute! I'm not in good health and I still have a child to take care of. Is there really no one else in the palace who can be called upon? I can't help even though I'm powerless. I have nothing to do, right guard, could you please tell the prince and ask someone else to go, please!"

It’s so funny, she still hopes that Jun Bapi will be away so she can escape this time, so she doesn’t want to follow him!

Besides, she's not that important, right? Can't it be done without her?

Ah You saw that she was indeed very weak and had an equally weak child. The father and son were like two little bitter gourds, so he agreed.

As a result, well, I got scolded.

He turned back with an aggrieved look on his face: "Shen Lin, the prince said that we can't change it, and the child can't be lost in the prince's palace. If you don't want to go, he will come to arrest you personally, and you can decide what to do."

Shen Zhaoning wants to hit someone, but he can't live without her, right? The dog is so clingy!

Not only did he end her life, but he also took the child as a hostage in the palace. Who can play better than him?

After Ah You left, Shen Tianci was extremely worried, his dirty little face wrinkled up: "Dad, what should I do?"

She sighed, hugged her son and said helplessly: "What can I do? I can only endure it any longer. You have to be obedient at home and be good until dad comes back."

The mother and son had never been separated, so naturally they were extremely reluctant to part with them and worried about them.

The little guy was crying so hard that he was so pitiful that Shen Zhaoning also wanted to cry.

When it was time to set off, the mother and son were even more reluctant to leave. Their eyes were red, and they felt extremely aggrieved.

In the carriage, Jun Beicheng waited impatiently and frowned displeased.

What bothered him the most was the crying child. Zuo was afraid of disturbing his master, so he hurriedly urged: "Shen Lin, hurry up and get in the car. It's almost time. Don't delay the trip. The child will be fine in the palace."

Shen Zhaoning reluctantly carried her small package and got into the carriage, thinking that the carriage assigned to her was quite luxurious, which made her feel a little better.

But after she opened the curtain and saw the face of the King of Hell inside, she silently put the curtain back again.

Before she could run away, an urging voice sounded from inside: "Why are you running? Come in!"

She sniffed, walked in aggrievedly, and sat at the seat furthest away from Jun Beicheng.

The man was holding a thick book "Strategy for Water Control" in his hand. He took the time to raise his eyes and glance at her: "What? Did you feel wronged by riding in a carriage with me?"

Shen Zhaoning turned into a dogleg in a second, with a smile on his face, and his beautiful eyes curved into two crescent moons: "Don't dare, don't dare, being able to ride in a carriage with the prince is a blessing that I have earned in eight lifetimes!"

Haha! Eight lifetimes of bad luck!

The air fell into silence again. The man looked down at the book, turning the pages from time to time, and ignored her again.

The journey was boring and she had nothing to do. The atmosphere between the two of them in a narrow and enclosed space like a carriage became very strange.

Ever since the madness that night, she couldn't face the man in front of her. She couldn't even take a look at him!

Taking a peek at the profile of the face hidden in the shadows, the bridge of the nose is like a hill, the eyebrows are like stars, but there is a mean mouth.

There are still faint traces of bites on the lips, which were bitten in the bath a few days ago.

Recalling the madness that night, her face began to heat up, turning white and red and slightly hot, and her beautiful eyes were stained with a layer of crimson, like a charming fairy.