Her smile deepened and she looked at his face, "Tell me, if Leng Xiao still likes you, that would be great. Why aren't you better?"
"You're crazy!" Lin Zimo swept her hand away angrily, took a step back, and said disgustedly: "Don't touch me."
Princess Qing's hand was knocked off, but she smiled instead of angry, "Okay, I won't touch the consort. The consort hates me and only likes the princess, right?"
"You are really crazy." Lin Zimo took a breath. If these words spread, his death would be easy.
Is this woman more than crazy? She was already crazy about the prince, and because she couldn't get him, she became even more crazy about him, and she couldn't extricate herself.
Lin Zimo felt that her future and life would be ruined sooner or later by the love she thought she had.
He wanted to escape. Where could he escape under the imperial power?
Princess Qing took a step back, stroked her bun, and ordered with a cold face, "The prince-in-law must sleep in Aunt Lan's house tonight. No matter what method you use, I must send the prince-in-law there, otherwise, I will chop off all your heads and send them to Aunt Lan’s house.”
All the servants felt a chill in their hearts. Knowing that the princess was definitely not joking, they all knelt down and begged the consort to sleep in Aunt Lan's house.
Lin Zimo looked at the heads kneeling down and became furious. These people had been serving him for a long time and he couldn't let them die.
This crazy woman is true to her word.
He still tried to confront her, his angry eyes almost bursting with flames, but after Princess Qing gave the order, she just smiled, and she smiled extremely charmingly.
Lin Zimo finally went to the new house.
This seemed to be a real wedding, with big red words of joy posted on the doors and windows. It was so grand, making people feel that he really married a wife.
In the room, there was Lu Zhilan's maid, who became nervous when he came in.
Lu Zhilan was sitting in the room. Since she was a concubine, she naturally did not have a red hijab. She was wearing a peach red wedding dress. Her face was very pale, and the thick makeup could not hide her pale color, like a ghost.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of pearl-embroidered shoes hidden in a floral skirt embroidered with heavy gold thread. Only the two pearls on the toes were exposed.
She folded her hands on her knees and didn't raise her head. Her expression was dull, not pitiful, and she didn't have the willpower to resist. She just sat there resigned to her fate.
She didn't even look at Lin Zimo.
When he saw this woman, he felt very agitated. He walked around the room twice, and when he turned around, he saw two cold-looking Qingluan guards standing at the door, looking like door gods.
He had seen these two Qingluan guards killing people as if they were chopping vegetables, with no respect or pity for life on their faces, like killing machines.
I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. After adjusting my breathing, I raised my hand and said to the maids who were accompanying the bride: "You all can go out."
The maids glanced at Lu Zhilan, and withdrew.
They are not the people who served Lu Zhilan in the past, and naturally they have less caring and caring towards Lu Zhilan. After all, everyone has come to the door, isn't it a matter of time?
After the maid went out, Qingluan Guard closed the door. The candlelight reflected the paper on the door and saw two tall shadows.
Lin Zimo was so angry that she almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Was she going to watch him consummate their marriage with Lu Zhilan?
He suppressed his anger and walked towards the bed step by step. Although Lu Zhilan did not move, her body began to tremble. She was scared, very scared.
Not only was she afraid of this man, she was also afraid of her future life here.
Seeing her trembling, Lin Zimo actually felt pity for her.
