Bei Mingchen heard Foxi's inner voice and looked over. Looking at Foxi's profile, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise. Forget the fight. He would definitely marry Xier again.

When he promised her the position of empress, he would definitely offer the whole country as a betrothal gift and all the beauties in the city would come to marry her.

Foxi took a look and then retracted her gaze. She turned around to see how Princess Lin was doing. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of Bei Mingchen with a smile on his face. She looked over blankly, as if asking what was wrong?

[What's wrong with this child? He's smiling like a fool.]

[It's so creepy. His smile gave me goosebumps.]

Bei Mingchen reluctantly retracted his smile, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

Foxi raised her eyebrows, then smiled at Bei Mingchen. Before she could look away, she saw a red figure flash by. She turned her head and saw Bei Minglin running out.

Bei Minglin had been following the concubine since she entered the room. Seeing that she was having difficulty moving, she took small steps forward and hurriedly went to meet her anxiously.

[Oh my god, I almost thought that the wedding character hanging on the wall would fly away.]

Bei Mingchen sighed helplessly and pressed his eyebrows with his hand.

Foxi glanced at Bei Minglin, who was supporting the concubine very carefully, and turned to look at Su Manyi, who was sitting in the upper seat. She saw that she was clenching her fists with a forced smile on her face.

[Oh. Bei Mingchen held Foxi's hand tightly .

After Foxi looked at him, he shook his head at her, indicating that she should not interfere, because this was someone else's family affair and they were all outsiders after all. Foxi

knew all this and nodded to Bei Mingchen.

Su Manyi looked at the two people getting closer and closer to her, forcing herself to calm down, clenching her teeth, with a faint smile on her face.

Bei Minglin held the concubine's hand with one hand and supported her waist with the other hand. His face was full of worry, and he whispered from time to time: "Slow down, slow down, don't be anxious." He looked so gentle.

Bei Minglin helped Qu Xinlin into the hall, stood in front of the desk, looked at Su Manyi with a peaceful expression, frowned slightly, and felt a little dissatisfied.

Really, as the mistress of the house, how could she be so indifferent? Doesn't she care that Lian'er is pregnant?

Qu Xinlin glanced at Su Manyi, as if frightened, and pushed Bei Minglin's hand away in panic. She looked pitiful and afraid of the soft voice: "Sister..."

Seeing Qu Xinlin's look, Bei Minglin thought that Su Manyi had just scared Qu Xinlin, and glanced at Su Manyi with a warning look.

Su Manyi narrowed her eyes, and calmly took a breath, with a generous and decent attitude, "Your Highness, please sit in the upper seat, don't be rude and let people gossip for no reason."

Before Bei Minglin could speak, he saw Qu Xin's pitiful appearance, her body was swaying and about to fall, she pursed her lips, but still shed a tear.

The key point was that the tear fell directly on the back of Bei Minglin's hand, followed by her weak and choked voice: "Sister, it's all my fault, sister, don't blame the prince, it's all my fault."

Foxi's hands suddenly felt itchy, and she couldn't help but clench her fists.

Bei Mingchen held Foxi's hand tightly to prevent Foxi from beating the woman to death in a fit of impulse. It didn't matter if she was beaten to death, but Foxi would be gossiped about.

[Damn, what a beautiful white lotus. I really want to ask her how she controls where her tears fall. What if a gust of wind blows her tears away?]

Bei Minglin got angry when he heard what Qu Xinlin said, and glared at Su Manyi above.

Su Manyi didn't react at all, and stared calmly at Qu Xinlin who was acting below.

Bei Minglin said angrily: "Manyi, Lian'er is pregnant, can't you bear more responsibility?"

Su Manyi turned her head and said indifferently: "Rules are rules, and they must be followed once they are set. Are you going to ignore etiquette and go against what our ancestors said today?"

Bei Minglin was choked. First, he was indeed wronged, and second, he was afraid that Su Manyi would be really angry.

Su Manyi usually looks gentle and charming, but she is actually very stubborn. Even my father was not as difficult to talk to as she was when he took Lian'er as a concubine. If it weren't for my father's face and the power of her family, I really wanted to divorce her.

Qu Xinlin was a little upset when she saw that Bei Minglin did not refute what Su Manyi said. Did she really have to kneel down and kowtow to this woman?

"Prince, you don't have to take care of Lian'er. Lian'er is fine. The baby is also very good and doesn't make trouble for Lian'er."

After saying that, she bent down and pretended to vomit. Bei Minglin nervously supported Qu Xinlin's waist and patted her back with one hand.

[Damn it, it makes me so angry. ]

[Come on, sister Princess Lin, come on, slap her, I will be your strong backing. ]

[Come on, sister Princess Lin, slap her first, kick her, and then walk away. 】 Qu Xinlin

looked like she was trying hard to hold back her tears. She shook her head with tears in her eyes and smiled happily, "This child, he made a fuss just when I told him he was good. I'm sorry to embarrass my sister."

Su Manyi gritted her teeth and didn't react.

Bei Minglin said in an unhappy tone, "Why tell her? She hasn't been pregnant, so how can she know how uncomfortable you are."

Su Xinlin leaned all over Bei Minglin's arms.

【Just like the boneless person. 】

【Boneless chicken feet. 】

【At least boneless chicken feet are delicious. This woman makes people want to vomit at first sight. 】

【This girl is obviously pretending. Are these men blind? 】

Bei Mingchen didn't dare to react at all because he was afraid that Foxi would be angry with him.

When Su Manyi saw Bei Minglin like this and heard him say such hurtful words, she trembled, closed her eyes, and then opened them again, saying in a very calm tone: "The time is almost up, do you still want to dawdle?"

Bei Minglin raised his head and was about to speak, but when he saw that Su Manyi was being very forbearing, he shut his mouth instantly.

Su Manyi winked at the maid behind her, who nodded and walked to Bei Minglin's side, respectful but firm: "My Lord, I'd better let this servant help my concubine."

Bei Minglin looked up at Su Manyi, who looked like she was saying, "If you mess with me again, no one will have a good day today." He swallowed and let go of Qu Xinlin's hand, and walked over to sit in the upper seat.

The maid stood beside Qu Xinlin, but did not extend her hand to help her. She said coldly: "Please pay your respects to my Lord and Consort."

Qu Xinlian wanted to look up at Bei Minglin, but she was blocked by the old woman.

[Good job, Princess Lin. The signal can't be connected now. Let's see how this little Bailian can still pretend to be pitiful.]

Bei Mingchen looked at Foxi with a calm face. How could she be so rich in heart? He held Foxi's hand tightly.

Foxi looked over.

Bei Mingchen lowered his head and said softly: "We can go now. Princess Lin is not as cowardly as you think."

This Su Manyi is the legitimate daughter of the general of the Zhen State. She has lived in a mansion full of intrigues since she was a child. How could she not have some strategies.

Foxi glanced up and saw that Princess Lin had a strong aura and an attitude of a mistress of the house. Then she looked at Qu Xinlian, who looked so weak.

[Well, this contrast is very clear.]

She retracted her gaze and nodded at Bei Mingchen, "Let's go..."

Bei Mingchen stood up and led Foxi out of the hall. When they passed the courtyard, everyone stood up and saluted: "Farewell to His Royal Highness Prince Chen, and Farewell to Princess Chen."

Bei Mingchen did not respond and walked out of Prince Lin's Mansion with Foxi.

The butler at the gate of the palace bowed respectfully: "Farewell to His Royal Highness Prince Chen, and farewell to Princess Chen."

Bei Mingchen looked at the gifts placed on the side and became interested. He lowered his head and asked Foxi: "I wonder what the gift from the princess is?"

Foxi pursed her lips and smiled: "A black turtle..."

Bei Mingchen raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Black turtles are longer-lived..."

"No, no, no, a thousand-year-old turtle and a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, this is a spirit." Foxi interrupted Bei Mingchen, and then said: "After the black turtles are well raised, we can send them away."