At that time, he thought Jingle had gone back to her room. When he came back after finishing his business, he learned from his cousin that Jingle had left the princess's mansion without saying goodbye, and even her head maid, wet nurse and head nanny had all been taken away.

At first, Lu Fu Ma didn't care. He knew Jingle wasn't close to the other princesses, didn't have many close friends, and her mother died young, so Jingle had no one to rely on.

Anyway, at most she would just go to the palace to file a complaint and would be back soon, but she didn't expect Jingle to not come back for the past three days and there was no news from her.

As the days passed, Prince Consort Lu became unhappy. The negative emotions were like a seed that broke through the soil and gradually sprouted...

At this moment, when he saw Jingle happily picking pearl flowers in Duobaozhai, the anger in his heart seemed to be poured with a bucket of hot oil, and it suddenly turned into a raging fire.

He took two steps forward, snorted coldly, and asked Jingle unhappily: "Jingle, where have you been these days?!"

Jingle still had her back to Prince Consort Lu and the others. Her hand, which was originally picking out a hairpin, paused, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

Prince Consort Lu and the other two did not miss Jingle's reaction. They all had different expressions. Prince Consort Lu narrowed his eyes; Lu Xianjing smiled with glee; and the other one lowered his eyelashes to cover his eyes.

Prince Consort Lu took another step closer to Jingle, his displeased eyes falling on Jingle's hair. Jingle had her hair tied up in a loose bun, with the black hair at her temples and the back of her head hanging down naturally. Normally, a married woman should tie up all her hair.

Jingle went out with a girl's hairstyle, what does this mean? !

Do you think that he, the Prince Consort, doesn't exist?! At this moment, Prince Consort Lu felt that his head was a little green, his face was as gloomy as water, and he scolded sarcastically: "You even changed your hairstyle, have you forgotten that you are already married!"

His expression was superior, and his voice turned into a tangible arrow that pierced Jingle.

He felt even more disgusted with Jingle. He had told his mother at the beginning that he didn't want to marry the princess, but now people were pointing fingers at him behind his back, saying that he was a gigolo.

Jingle was just an unfavored princess. Not only could she not help him, but she also held him back in his career. Just because he was the prince consort, the most he could do in his life was a sinecure, and it would be impossible for him to make any further progress.

A wife should be as considerate, elegant, and sensible as his Ling'er. He would have divorced Jingle, who is cowardly, useless, jealous, and petty. If she were not a princess, he would have divorced her long ago!

Seeing that they knew each other, the staff of Duobaozhai looked at them curiously, thinking: So this young man who claims to be surnamed Lu and this guest are husband and wife. But it seems that the couple don't seem to be getting along well...

The guy didn't dare to interrupt, he just shut his mouth and stood aside silently.

Jingle put the hairpin in her hand back on the tray. Her limbs became cold and stiff in an instant, and her heart was filled with extremely strong emotions, including disgust, fear, panic, and uneasiness.

He still didn't turn his head. His body was tense. He held the cat-shaped silver ingot that Chu Qianchen had just given her tightly in his hand, as if he was holding her faith tightly in his hand.

"Third sister-in-law, do you have nothing to say?!" Lu Xianjing also took a few steps forward and walked to the side of Prince Consort Lu, sneering, "Humph, I have to go in... and talk to my cousin. What kind of married girl would not come home for several days in a row, and she hasn't returned to her parents' home. I wonder where she has been! If this happened to ordinary people, I'm afraid she would have been thrown into the pig cage long ago."

The cousin that Lu Xianjing referred to was naturally the Queen.

The waiter from Duobaozhai next to them looked at Lu Xianjing hesitantly, wanting to say, that's not right, this Madam Lu clearly came with her ninth sister-in-law, Madam Gu.

The waiter had long guessed that Mr. and Mrs. Gu were of noble birth, most likely from some royal family. Now, hearing the female guest keep saying "common people", it seemed that it was 99% certain.

It's a pity that Mrs. Lu met the wrong people. From her husband to her sister-in-law, no one took her seriously.

"Sister," the young woman standing at the back stepped forward and said in a gentle voice, "It's all my fault. It's because of me that you misunderstood your husband and left without saying goodbye."

"Sister, it takes a thousand years to cultivate the fate of being together in this life. How can a couple hold a grudge overnight?"

"Whatever misunderstanding you and your husband have, let's talk about it when we get back."

The young woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water. She wore a primrose-colored jacket embroidered with broken branches of wintersweet. A pair of pearl hairpins and a row of jasmine silk flowers were inserted in her bun. She had an elegant and graceful demeanor.

The waiter listened to the implicit meaning of her words and widened his eyes in surprise to find that she was actually a concubine. He sighed inwardly that this wealthy family was indeed not simple. The appearance and demeanor of this concubine made her look like that of the mistress of the house.

“……” Jingle’s body trembled again, her eyes flickered, and her cherry lips were tightly pursed, turning slightly pale.

Of course she could tell that it was Qi Anling's voice.

Jingle still didn't turn around. She was both panicked and annoyed and didn't want to see them.

When Prince Consort Lu saw that Jingle neither spoke nor looked at him, he frowned even more tightly, thinking that Jingle was clearly deliberately making trouble and taking advantage of her power to bully others.

"Ling'er, this has nothing to do with you. You don't have to put yourself in such a difficult position." Prince Consort Lu hugged the bright young woman lovingly. When he looked at Jingle, his eyes were full of disgust. He scolded, "Jingle, have you had enough of this? How long are you going to fool around out there?"

"Master, don't get excited." Qi Anling comforted Prince Consort Lu softly, "Sister is just angry..."

"Ling'er, you don't have to speak for her." Prince Lu interrupted Qi Anling and felt more distressed for his Ling'er.

He rushed forward in anger, took two steps at a time, grabbed Jingle's right wrist and held it tightly.

Jingle's body trembled violently, and she heard the sound of a whip and a slap. The whip mark on her right wrist had faded so much that it was almost invisible, but at this moment Jingle felt a burst of piercing pain in her right wrist.

Even her heart was throbbing, and the blood seemed to no longer be pumping to her limbs. Her limbs were numb with coldness, and a voice in her heart was shouting in despair: She had finally gotten out of that place, and she had finally lived a few days of happiness... Why did they find her when she rarely went out?! Was it God telling her to accept her fate...

Jingle's face became increasingly gloomy, her eyes were filled with sadness and confusion, and there were faint glimmers of tears.

She felt so cold, as if she was back to three days ago, walking alone in the snow. She just wanted to find a place to hide, curl up into a ball, close her eyes, and ignore everything.

"Why don't you speak?!" Prince Consort Lu became even angrier because of her silence. He gripped her slender wrist even tighter, his handsome face slightly distorted by his high-pitched anger.

He hated her being like this the most. He was so angry that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Even though her right wrist was aching, Jingle still held the silver ingot tightly in her hand, as if she could draw strength from it.

"Master...you hurt your wife." Jingle's maid was very nervous. A similar scene had happened countless times in the princess's mansion, and every time, she was at a loss.

Prince Consort Lu glared at her fiercely. The maid shrank back in fear, her face turned pale, and she dared not speak.

At this point, even the waiter frowned, thinking: Where on earth did this barbarian come from? The waiter cleared his throat and tried to explain: "Sir, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding between the couple..."

She was only halfway through her words when Lu Xianjing interrupted her unhappily: "This is our family affair, it has nothing to do with you!"

The waiter didn't dare to talk back to the customer, as he was choked, and thought that this was still their Duobaozhai's territory.

He wanted to find Chu Qianchen, but he was afraid that after he left, something unmanageable would happen here. He was extremely anxious, and stretched his neck to look back, and heard the man's cold shout again:

"What's that in your hand?"

Prince Consort Lu noticed that Jingle was holding something tightly in her hand, frowned, and continued to question: "Tell me! Was it given to you by your adulterer?!"

Of course, Prince Consort Lu didn't really think that Jingle had an adulterer.

He just wanted to humiliate Jingle and wanted to see her sad, upset, desperate and helpless.

really--

The next moment, Jingle's eyes widened even more, and she looked into his eyes. Her eye sockets were filled with crystal tears, and it seemed that the tears were about to overflow from her eye sockets in the next moment...

"Give it to me!" Prince Consort Lu forcefully snatched the silver ingot from Jingle's hand.

He originally thought it was some kind of treasure, but it turned out to be just an ordinary silver ingot, and he was a little surprised.

Prince Consort Lu threw the silver ingot fiercely to the ground and curled his lips in a sarcastic tone: "What the hell is that!"

“……” Jingle was stunned as if struck by lightning, and stared at the scene stupidly.

One of Prince Consort Lu's hands was still tightly holding Jingle's wrist. He looked down at Jingle who was sitting on the chair, and felt relieved: What a royal princess! The princess of the royal family is just like this!

He is the husband and she is the wife.

A woman regards her husband as her heaven and her husband as the pillar of his wife, so she should follow her husband wherever he goes.

"When you've had enough of the trouble, go back immediately!" Prince Consort Lu said to Jingle in a commanding tone, waiting for Jingle to humiliate her in front of him as usual, waiting for her to show an expression of shock, hurt, and sadness.

As he expected, shock flashed across Jingle's hollow face.

Then, shock turned into anger, hatred, and disgust, all mixed together on her face.

Prince Consort Lu was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

He never thought Jingle would dare to look at him like that.

"Lu, Fang, Rui!"

Jingle pronounced his name word by word.

As the last word fell, she picked up the white porcelain teacup beside her with her left hand and poured the hot tea towards him without hesitation...

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