Chapter 580 I Know Wen Qi’s Weakness
Zhuang Shihan's expression suddenly changed, and she blurted out, "You stinky girl, if you keep talking nonsense I'll tear your mouth off!"
Song Yanxi said in a cold tone: "You can give it a try."
Jiaojiao hugged her neck, her big eyes like black grapes wide open.
Zhuang Shihan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "You're really capable. It hasn't been long since you've coaxed this little girl into treating you like her own mother."
She shook her head at Jiaojiao and said with regret, "I wonder if your mother, who died long ago, would see this scene..."
Song Yanxi interrupted her with a sullen face, "If you want to see me just to talk nonsense, you can get lost now."
Zhuang Shihan's expression changed slightly, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Song Yanxi, don't think I'm afraid of you."
To be honest, Song Yanxi had never thought about it this way before.
But now, she felt she could seriously consider it.
Realizing something, a trace of regret flashed in Zhuang Shihan's eyes. She suddenly stood up and said, "Since you're not sincere, I don't think there's any need for us to continue talking."
Song Yanxi nodded and said indifferently, "Princess, please do as you please."
Unexpectedly, she acted completely out of the ordinary. Zhuang Shihan didn't know whether to leave or sit for a moment.
Seeing her frozen in mid-air, Jiaojiao asked caringly, "Auntie, is your waist sore that you can't move?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Shihan wanted to raise her hand and slap her.
It is true that if you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door.
This damn girl is as sharp-tongued and unpleasant as her father.
I really don’t know how Song Yanxi can bear it.
After gritting her teeth, Zhuang Shihan sat back down.
She got straight to the point and said, "Let's talk about cooperation."
Song Yanxi asked: "How does the princess want to talk?"
Zhuang Shihan: "I can help you get revenge."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became subtle.
Meeting Song Yanxi's slightly gloomy eyes, Zhuang Shihan curled her lips sarcastically, "Don't tell me you want to be a saint and let bygones be bygones."
It is naturally impossible to let bygones be bygones.
Song Yanxi has never been a generous person.
But she didn't think that Zhuang Shihan would really help her.
The relationship between them is not one that allows them to sit together and drink tea calmly.
Guessing something from her cold attitude, Zhuang Shihan said with disgust, "It wasn't me who betrayed you. Even if you really want to hold a grudge, it can't be directed at me."
Song Yanxi frowned and asked impatiently, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"What's the rush?" Zhuang Shihan said with a gloomy look, "As a woman myself, I sympathize with your situation."
Her tone was sincere and didn't sound like she was lying.
But Song Yanxi didn't care about her so-called sympathy.
Too lazy to beat around the bush, she said directly: "I have no intention of hurting Lin Tingfeng, Princess Shihan doesn't need to take this matter to heart."
Song Yanxi thought of something and couldn't help but frown, "On the contrary, I have to thank the princess."
"Thank me for what?"
"If it weren't for the princess's generous help, I wouldn't have had the chance to see the true face of that family and escape from the fire pit."
The more he spoke, the more sincere the smile on Song Yanxi's face became. "My princess, you are willing to sacrifice yourself for others. You deserve this thank you."
When the word "deserved" came out of her mouth, Zhuang Shihan's face looked uglier than if she had eaten a fly.
She forced a smile and said dryly, "Lin Tingfeng isn't completely useless."
Otherwise, she would never have fallen for him in the first place.
The reason why Song said this was simply because she was a loser.
He understands how to save face.
Song Yanxi nodded, "Indeed, he is so cunning and scheming, it's hard to find another one like him in the whole capital."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Shihan felt a burning pain on her face.
Good job, Song, isn't this a roundabout way of mocking her for having no vision?
Thinking about the general's mansion, where people are sick and paralyzed and in complete chaos, Zhuang Shihan also has a lot of grievances.
If she had known that she would make a mistake, she should not have chosen to take the risk of joining the army, but should have stayed in Beijing and done business honestly.
At least, you won't end up losing both your money and your life.
Now that she has lost all her money, she has only been given the humiliating status of a concubine in the general's mansion. Even the old man wants to break off relations with her.
Is this what they call one wrong step, all wrong?
No, she won't give up!
She is a modern person who has received a new-era education. How could she be compared to these women who grew up under feudal ethics?
Zhuang Shihan gritted her teeth, looked at Song Yanxi and said, "I know Wen Qi's weakness."
"What does the princess want?"
"I want a promise from His Royal Highness Prince Jin."
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The people of Da'an had long harbored resentment towards the State of Liang. When they heard that Wen Qi's carriage would enter the city today, they began waiting on both sides of the road early in the morning.
Everyone wanted to see with their own eyes whether this ruthless Prince Liang really had three heads and six arms as the rumors said.
An old man in his sixties knocked the stone out of his grandson's hand and warned, "Your Highness Prince Jin is the reception envoy today. Do not mess around."
Even though he was filled with hatred, he wanted to throw rotten eggs at Prince Liang.
This concerns the diplomatic relations between the two countries, so we dare not act rashly.
The child stiffened his neck and asked, "Grandpa, was he the one who killed my father?"
The old man's eyes turned red and he cursed: "You kid, how come you don't understand what's good and what's bad."
If Prince Liang is really angered and war breaks out between the two countries again, it will not just be his son who will die.
Fearing that his grandson would act stubbornly, he walked up to him and grabbed him, cursing as he did so: "You little bastard, come back with me now."
While the grandfather and grandson were arguing, Liang Guo's carriage had already entered the city.
Mo Jinchuan rode his horse in front, followed by a carriage wrapped in layers of red gauze.
As the car body swayed, a figure appeared vaguely.
Someone murmured quietly, "Isn't it said that this is the prince? With this figure, he looks more like a princess."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hand emerged from behind the red gauze.
Then, a demon-like face appeared before everyone.
There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.
"What kind of prince is this? How come he looks whiter than a woman?"
"It's unbelievable that someone like this is actually a man."
"A grown man with a pale face and no beard looks useless."
Wen Qi's sinister eyes swept in the direction where the voice came from, but he only saw a few old men blocking the way ahead, and he couldn't see the man's face at all.
He raised the corner of his lips slightly and sighed: "The people of Da'an are really strong-willed."
If it were the State of Liang, someone would have tied him up and thrown him in front of him as soon as he opened his mouth.
Those who talk too much deserve to die.
The beautiful woman kneeling at his feet trembled as she handed him the whip and said respectfully, "Master, please reward me."
Wen Qi reached out to take it, with a cruel arc on the corner of his lips, "Take it off."
The woman did as she was told, and the moment her clothes slipped off, a dense stream of whips fell like raindrops.
She bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to let out a cry of pain.
Because the more she shouted, the happier her master became, and the more likely he would lose his composure.
The last person who served the master lost his life just like that.
Sensing her thoughts, Wen Qi raised the whip in his hand high and whipped her hard.
His skin was torn apart immediately.
The woman couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Although the voice was soft, it still reached Mo Jinchuan's ears through layers of gauze.
There is actually a woman in the carriage?
Thinking of the previous rumors about Wen Qixi torturing women for fun, he gently squeezed the horse's belly to slow down Xuelong.
The next moment, something flew out of the carriage.
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