However, the vendor ran very fast, taking advantage of the crowd, turning left and right on Linlang Street, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jun Zechen heard the noisy sound coming from behind him and quickly turned around to see Su Jingyao sitting on the ground with her skirt a little messy.

Miaoyun squatted on the side, at a loss, her face full of panic, not knowing what to do.

Jun Zechen frowned and walked over with big strides, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, Madam was bumped into by someone just now. She probably sprained her foot." Miaoyun replied hurriedly, worry in her voice.

Su Jingyao also slowly raised her eyes at this time, tears welling up in her eyes, and looked at Jun Zechen pitifully.

The voice was filled with tears: "Husband, it hurts."

His eyes were full of help and dependence.

Ling Yue followed and couldn't help but find it funny to see Su Jingyao pretending to be pitiful.

She pouted, but still said sympathetically: "Husband, since my sister has sprained her foot, why don't you let Anshun take her back."

Jun Zechen ignored Ling Yue's words and simply squatted down and picked up Su Jingyao.

"The Mofeng Tower is in front, right? Anshun, find a doctor."

As Jun Zechen spoke, he held the person in his arms and walked forward steadily.

When Ling Yue heard this, her body froze for a moment.

In his previous life, didn’t Jun Zechen live happily in Mofeng Tower with Su Jingyao behind her back?

Is there nothing she can do to change this?

Jun Zechen did not notice Ling Yue's abnormality and continued, "I'll ask Anshun to take you back to the East Palace. Her leg injury cannot delay you."

Ling Yue's heart sank. Can't we delay any longer?

Su Jingyao is obviously pretending!

How could she be in so much pain that she couldn't walk? She was just pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy!

But even though she was angry, Ling Yue didn't want to go against Jun Zechen like she did in her previous life. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.

Since Jun Zechen can't be stopped from falling in love with Su Jingyao, all she has to do is hold on to power.

She is the Crown Princess. As long as she doesn't make any mistakes and can please the Queen, Jun Zechen has no reason to depose her.

When she becomes the queen, she will wait for Su Jingyao to perform the ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows to her.

"Yes, husband, you take good care of my sister. I will go back to the East Palace first."

Ling Yue suppressed the anger and grievance in her heart and tried to make her voice sound calm.

Jun Zechen nodded, carried Su Jingyao to Mofeng Tower, strode into the private room on the third floor, and placed her on the beauty couch.

He also sat down beside her, reached out and put her legs on his legs, slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, and then took off the white socks that reached her calves. There was not even a trace of red mark on her smooth ankles.

Jun Zechen lowered his eyes instantly, and a layer of darkness covered his eyes, like dark clouds.

"Ankle pain?"

He asked coldly, his thin lips twitching slightly, with suppressed anger in his voice.

Su Jingyao didn't seem to notice anything was wrong, she just nodded obediently and said in a soft voice, "It hurts."

The acting is pretentious, the calculation is obvious, so stupid!