Xiao Jiahua thought so.
"Father, I don't like the Prince of Beiliang and I will not marry him," Xiao Jiahua was arrogant because of his favor, and his expression was firm. "If you insist on letting me go, I will kill that damn prince."
No, the little guy said, I did break in to kill the messenger, but she was let in on purpose! How dare you plot against me?
Xiao Jiahua was very unhappy. The other party actually dared to plot against her. Humph, she would wait until he comes to settle the score!
Nonsense!
Xiao Hanyi knew that she was not bragging, she just did it. Alas, he really couldn't force her to go, otherwise he would end up making things worse.
He looked at Xiao Jiahua and suddenly remembered something. Could it be that this girl has a lover?
Probably not, he knows his daughter very well.
During the whole process, Guo Xiner did not say a word. The eldest princess always claimed to be the legitimate daughter of the emperor. In the eyes of others, she, the imperial concubine, was just a concubine. Why should she bother to make others dislike her?
"Your Majesty, I'm tired and will take my leave first," Guo Xiner didn't want to get involved in these matters.
No matter what she said, she was wrong. When Xiao Hanyi was in a bad mood and thought about it, he would blame her.
Xiao Jiahua hurriedly stopped him, "You can't leave."
kindness?
Guo Xiner looked puzzled, "Princess, is there anything else?"
Huh? Yes, something's up.
Xiao Jiahua's mind was working rapidly. She used to be arrogant in front of the concubines and never took them seriously. No concubine in the palace dared to mess with her. Now, how could Guo Xiner be so ignorant and not curry favor with her!
Guo Xiner asked again, "Princess?"
[Get out of the way! My mother is tired and needs to go back to rest. Don't act like a princess in front of my mother. You don't have such prestige in the Northern Liang soldiers' tent. You're just screaming in fear. Oh, I think it's because you're screaming in pain.]
Xiao Jiahua, "......"
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