Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

Only after she entered the mansion, she saw that except for the symbolic sign of "Happy" at the gate and the red lanterns hung up, the whole palace could not see the appearance of the newlyweds at all, and it was still deserted.

Mingrou pulled Hipa by herself and looked at the deserted palace.

She took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart.

"Where is the prince?"

The young man who followed by his side knelt down and respectfully said, "The prince is still in the study."

"Study?!" She raised her voice, shaking her fingers around: "Where is the wedding? Where is the guest I want to invite?"

The young man paused, and then continued: "As the prince said, he is busy with official duties today, so let's get rid of those customary rituals."

Mingrou stepped back two steps, and a vicious look appeared on her face with a smug smile at this time: "Sulky courtesy? Ha, ha ha ha ha."

She clenched her teeth tightly and asked every word: "Your prince, do you have no time to worship the heaven and earth together with me?"

Xiao Si did not answer this time, but waved his hand: "The princess is tired, send the princess back."

Immediately there was an attendant coming over, seemingly bowed respectfully: "Please return to the house, the princess."

"I won't go back!" She waved her hand and pushed the attendant away, toward the study.

Feng Hongyin was looking at the zhezi in his hand.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The attendant knelt on the ground embarrassedly: "Master, we can't hold the princess."

Feng Hongyin closed the folder in his hand and put it aside, not looking at her.

"You go out first."

He was still wearing regular clothes, and he didn't look like he was going to get married at all.

Mingrou stared at him tightly and walked over step by step.

Her wedding dress was like a fire, which made her look more brilliant.

But her face was resentful.

"Feng Hongyin! What do you mean!"

Not to mention the wedding banquet, even the heaven and the earth do not worship, such a pro is not as good as a concubine!

Feng Hongyin raised his eyes, looked at her coldly, and stood up.

"Miss Ming Er, how did you become my wife, don't you know it yourself?"

Mingrou looked at him and sneered: "Why, are you still suspecting that it was not me that night?"

"It won't be yours." Feng Hongyin's eyebrows were cold, and when he looked at her, he seemed to be watching a clown: "I don't like you at all. Even if I'm drugged, I won't have anything to do with you. relation."

Hearing this, Ming Rou pinched her palm tightly.

She finally knew how cold-blooded the Prince Zhu was.

Obviously the two are married, but his tone, attitude, and eyes all seem to be looking at something dirty.

Mingrou looked at him, tears falling down in despair.

She is the favored second lady in Ming's family, and she has always been domineering.

Until she fell in love with him, she learned how to make a female celebrity, learn to read, and learn how to play the piano, just to please him.

But after so many years, his heart is like a cold stone, and it is always warm.

Looking at him at this time, Mingrou finally gave up.

She let the tears fall, and when she opened her eyes again, only a piece of hatred remained.

"Feng Hongyin, I will make you regret it, and I will definitely let you know how I feel!"

Feng Hongyin just looked at her calmly, not caring at all.

To him, this is just a pot of unknown flowers and plants in the palace, just a display.

Her hatred is trivial.

How could the arrogant Prince Zhu be angry because of a pot of flowers and plants?

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