Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 702 His Promise
Thinking of what happened last night, Lin Xian'er's heart tightened violently, and her body trembled slightly.

Who would have thought that the husband who was so tender just a moment ago turned into a wolf in an instant, tearing her to pieces and trampling her on the soles of his feet.

Thinking of her majestic eldest daughter of the prime minister's mansion, she has been admired by the stars since she was born. How has she ever been bullied like last night?
The pain of the flesh is still second, and the most painful thing is actually the heart that is still bleeding.

In fact, she didn't know that marrying Xiao Qian was equivalent to cutting off her future career. In the future, when Xiao Yi became emperor, she would also lose the possibility of becoming a queen.

But before getting married, Xiao Yi secretly came to see her, begged her to forgive him, and promised to proclaim himself emperor facing the south, if she could not be the queen, he would never be the queen.

She believed his promise, convinced herself that she was willing to commit herself to the person she didn't love, and prepared a countermeasure in advance. Unexpectedly, there was an accident midway, and the other party saw it through on the spot.

At this time, after hearing Xinmeng's caring and comforting words, Lin Xian'er hid the emotions in her eyes, and looked at Xinmeng pitifully: "I hope to accept your precious words, the prince... he can really forgive me... "

"As long as you prove with your actions that you are willing to correct yourself, the prince will definitely feel your sincerity." Xin Meng said.

Lin Xian'er suddenly raised her head. Just now, she seemed to feel that Xin Meng's tone was wrong, and there seemed to be some faint sarcasm hidden in her concern.

Before she could think about it, the door opened again.

Ya Yu commanded the four maids to bring in a large bathtub and put it down at the entrance, and let them go out to bring hot water in, and put it at the entrance as well.

Then Mo Lan and Ya Yu worked together, one pulling and the other pushing, to move the tub to the innermost side, then to lift the hot water and pour it into the tub.

She has already completed the task assigned by Prince Xiao Qian, and tried her best to enlighten Lin Xian'er, and Lin Xian'er doesn't seem to be willing to seek death, so there is nothing about her here anymore.So, Xin Meng left the three of them behind, walked away slowly, and turned around to close the door after leaving the room.

There were a few maids standing outside the door, planning to move the tub and wooden barrel away after the princess finished her bath.

The court ladies looked at them curiously, either generously or secretly, but Xinmeng ignored them all, and walked past them silently, leaving the East Palace unimpeded all the way.

Xinmeng turned around, looked up at the plaque engraved with two powerful characters of "Eastern Palace", and couldn't believe that she came out so smoothly.

Prince Xiao Qian did not doubt her ability at all, neither did anyone monitor her outside the room, nor did anyone stop her after she came out, as if everything was under his control.

But Xinmeng knows that this is not the case.

At least Xiao Qian never thought that the princess concubine whom he had carefully selected from among the noble ladies in the capital actually lied to him.

If the concubine committed suicide on the second day of her wedding, the public opinion would unsurprisingly point to the prince Xiao Qian immediately, accusing him of killing his wife.And this is something he absolutely does not want to see.

Because, the most important thing in the whole matter was not that Lin Xianer was at fault, and whether he killed Lin Xianer himself, but that if he wanted to prove his innocence, he had to confess that Lin Xianer had an affair with others.

When such a thing happens among the people, the bride commits suicide, and the husband is regarded as a jealous husband at worst, and can still win a few sighs and sympathies.

(End of this chapter)