A sentence slipped out. He was the one who admitted in front of Feng Yan that he was the one who spread the news.
"Fourth Prince, it's probably because I'm not fated to be with the fourth prince. Fourth Prince, please be magnanimous and don't look for me in the future. Let me live. " Xia Ling bowed to Sima Zhao.
Before Sima Zhao returned to his senses, Xia Ling turned around directly.
She didn't say three words to Sima Zhao the entire time.
She had left so quickly and returned so quickly. From Afar, she observed the noble lady in the pavilion where she and Sima Zhao were. She was also surprised to see Feng Yan in such a straightforward manner.
"Feng Yan, what did the fourth prince say to you? " A noble lady asked.
Xia Ling looked at her calmly and recognized that this was the noble lady who had shouted at her earlier.
Hence, she smiled. "He asked me, which noble lady in this pavilion talks the most? is she worthy of being called a concubine? "
"Then what did you say? ''TheeNobleeLadyy's expression changed.
Xia Ling then said calmly, "I definitely can't interfere in the matters of the royal family. However, who here has the most words? Do I need to say more Doesn't everyone know in their hearts The Royal Family is the most virtuous. Whether they are virtuous or not, no matter how hard they try to stick their eyes on the fourth prince, it's useless."
"Feng Yan, don't go overboard! " The noble girl's face was red with anger. She raised her hand and was about to hit someone.
"Oh, I went overboard? " Xia Ling grabbed her wrist. "That's fine with me. Anyway, I've already married someone and my reputation is terrible. The general's mansion doesn't WANT TO LOSE FACE! "
She threw the noble girl's hand down heavily. Xia Ling looked at the noble girl's face, which had turned green and white. She smiled and walked out of the pavilion.
Staying with these noble ladies, Xia Ling always felt like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. Just a few words could make them choke until they could not eat for days. It was really... ... They could not even tear each other apart ! These people were not high enough ! !
After the banquet ended, Xia Ling and Mrs. Feng got into the carriage to return home.
"Yan 'er, are you happy today? " Mrs. Feng asked Xia Ling.
She could feel that the atmosphere among the girls was not quite right. One of them had red eyes. When she came back from the pavilion, she seemed to be so angry that she was crying.
"happy, of course I'm happy. As long as there are fewer blind people, it will be fine, " Xia Ling replied with a smile.
Thus, Madam Feng understood that the girl who was crying because of anger was probably related to Feng Yan.
"It's good that you're happy. Mother will take care of the rest for you. " Madam Feng patted the back of Xia Ling's hand.
She was invited to bring Feng Yan happiness. However, when she saw Sima Zhao at the banquet, Madam Feng felt uncomfortable.
However, even if things were like this, the royal family would always be the royal family. Sima Zhao wanted to see Feng Yan in such a way, but she was just a servant's wife. How could she stop him?
She didn't know how Sima Zhao had hurt Feng Yan's heart, but seeing her daughter change from a spoiled and arrogant girl to this unperturbed girl, Mrs. Feng wished that she could pamper her a little more, pampering her back to her previous lawless appearance!
"Mother, I won't let myself be wronged. Those dirty cats, dogs, and those dirty ones, as long as I hurt them once, I won't want them anymore. " Xia Ling comforted Mrs. Feng in turn and made her stance clear.
"Yes, mother understands, that's not a person. " Mrs. Feng imagined the scene of Sima Zhao Provoking Feng Yan and even stepping on a few boats. "If it wasn't for his identity, mother would have personally come to avenge you! "
Xia Ling:"...". ... She was talking about Sima Zhao deliberately spreading rumors. What was Mrs. Feng Thinking about ? Why did she look so murderous? It didn't seem right ? ?
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After returning from the banquet, Sima Zhao locked himself in the study room and threw his things, venting his anger.