I married the crippled queen and became the most favored queen in the capital

After saying this, she slowly turned around and walked towards the door step by step.

Leng Yifei looked at his hands again.

"Xiao Wan, I'm sorry!"

But Mo Xiaowan had already left here, and she could no longer hear what he said.

Xiaoxiang, who was waiting outside the door, saw this scene and stepped forward in shock to ask,

"Princess, what happened to you? How did your head get hurt?"

Mo Xiaowan waved her hands weakly.

"Find a doctor."

"I will help you back to your room first, and then go find the doctor."

Although Xiaoxiang didn't know what happened between her and Leng Yifei, when she saw that she was injured, she guessed that they must not have reached an agreement.

Mo Xiaowan also secretly made up her mind at this time. No matter what, she would go to the palace to find the emperor early tomorrow morning. She had never suffered such a loss since she was a child, and she would not suffer it this time.

But she immediately changed her mind. She would rather go to the palace now than tomorrow morning. She wanted to let the emperor see her injuries...

Before entering the door, she instructed Xiaoxiang:

"Prepare the car and enter the palace immediately."

Xiaoxiang looked at her in astonishment.

"Princess, what did you say? Go to the palace? You have to treat your wound first!"

"No, let's go to the palace like this. I want the emperor to see what Leng Yifei did to me."

"But...you may harm the prince by doing this."

"I can't care less. Since he has been so unkind to me, don't blame me for being unfair to him. Go get the car ready!"

"Princess, please think about it again..."

"Go prepare the car..."

Obviously, she was a little impatient with Xiaoxiang's persuasion.

Although Xiaoxiang felt that she was a bit impulsive, she did not dare to disobey her instructions. However, she still kept her eyes open and asked the servants in the mansion to notify Leng Yifei.

When Leng Yifei learned that she was going to the palace to complain with injuries, he became anxious. He stepped forward to stop her before she left.

"Xiao Wan, let's just settle the matter between the two of us in the mansion. Don't cause trouble for our father."

Mo Xiaowan ignored him, and even walked past him and continued walking towards the door.

Seeing that she was about to go out, Leng Yifei rushed over and grabbed her arm and dragged her into the yard.

"let me go!"

Mo Xiaowan tried to shake off his arm, but he held it tighter instead.

"Xiaoxiang, come and save me."

She looked at Xiaoxiang with eyes for help, but Xiaoxiang was just a girl, how dare she compete with Leng Yifei?

Looking at Xiaoxiang and other servants who lowered their heads and dared not speak, Mo Xiaowan suddenly realized that she really had no backing now and she really had nothing.

"Leng Yifei, let me go, let me go."

Leng Yifei ignored her until he dragged her into the yard. Then he let go of her hand, glared at her fiercely, and pointed at her.

"Mo Xiaowan, don't challenge my patience. I used to pamper you to the sky, but now I can trample you into the mud. If you think of going to the emperor to complain and destroy me again, I will kill you, your father, and everyone in your Mo family..."

His words were harsh, his eyes were murderous, and his face was cold and sinister.

At this moment, Mo Xiaowan was really scared. She had never thought that one day Leng Yifei would speak to her in this tone and even threaten her with her life.

She stood there, trembling all over.

"Come here, take the princess back to her room and tell her my order. The princess is not feeling well and cannot go out for the next few days. Anyone who fails to take good care of the princess will be beheaded."

After saying this, he swung his sleeves, glared at Mo Xiaowan hatefully, and turned away.

Mo Xiaowan's wounds have scabbed over, but her heart is bleeding.

Xiaoxiang came over, supported her, and comforted her softly:

"Princess, go back to your room!"

She suddenly shook Xiaoxiang's hand away and yelled hysterically:

"Get out! Get out of here..."

After saying this, she turned around tiredly and walked towards the room step by step.

At this moment, the scene of them being together before Leng Yiyan was injured appeared in her mind.

Although they were just talking and taking walks together at that time, Leng Yiyan gave her enough sense of security.

Now that she is married to Leng Yifei, she thought she could continue to live a lawless life. Who could have thought that Leng Yifei would become like this?

She regretted and hated it, but it was too late. She could do nothing but endure it.

She bit her lips, dug her fingers into her flesh, and regretted it deeply, but no matter what she did, Leng Yifei would not even look at her again...

Xingwang Mansion

Shang Xiaoman prepared herself a sumptuous lunch as Luo Nianxi had asked. While she was enjoying it, Leng Yixing walked in.

When he saw the scene in front of him, his brows tightened instantly.

"Come here, call the cooks. I want to ask them why they are preparing dinner before I return."

Shang Xiaoman ate the food in front of her and replied casually:

"Don't ask, I can answer you."

Leng Yixing half-squinted his eyes and looked at her.

"Shang Xiaoman, what do you want to say?"

Shang Xiaoman put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth calmly, then looked up at him.

"I want to say that these meals are not made by the cook. The meals you eat will be delivered by the kitchen later."

Hearing this, Leng Yixing became even more confused. He turned to look at the food on the table and was instantly surprised.

"What is this? What are these? Who did this?"

He didn't recognize any of the dishes on the table and had never eaten them before.

"I made three kinds of fresh vegetables, braised pork slices, braised pig's trotters, and a large mixed cold dish..."

After saying this, she instructed the maid beside her:

"Pack up, I'm tired, help me go back and rest."

The maid hurried forward, helped her up, and slowly walked out of the canteen.

Leng Yixing looked at the dishes, turned around and saw that Shang Xiaoman had gone far away, then sat down at the table and instructed the guards around him:

"Xiao Hei, bring me a set of bowls and chopsticks."

The guard came forward curiously to ask,

"Your Majesty, the food hasn't been delivered yet, please have someone clean up the leftovers!"

He glared at Xiao Hei.

"It would be a shame to throw away so much food."

"But your lord..."

"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say."

In fact, he was not afraid of wasting these things. He just thought they were very fresh and different from the meals he usually ate, so he was interested in trying them.

After a while, Xiao Hei brought a set of bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of him. He couldn't wait to grab the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly...

The taste was completely different from the dishes he had eaten before, and it was delicious.

He took another bite of the three fresh vegetables and the cold dish. Even the taste of the cold dish was different from those made in the kitchen.

These dishes tasted so unique and delicious that they instantly whetted his appetite.

He finished all the food on the table in no time.

When the kitchen staff came in with the food, he simply waved his hand.

"Xiao Hei, you guys should eat these meals. I am full and will go back to sleep for a while."

After saying that, he stood up contentedly and walked towards the backyard while savoring the aroma of the food.

Why didn't he know before that Shang Xiaoman had this skill?

When he walked into the backyard, he suddenly heard a melodious piano sound.

The sound of the piano seems to come from the back garden. Who is playing the piano?

He went looking for the source of the sound, and when he reached the gate of the back garden, he saw Shang Xiaoman sitting in the pavilion with her back to him, playing the piano attentively.

Her piano playing was surprisingly beautiful; he had never listened to it carefully before.

He leaned against the pillar of the veranda, squinting his eyes, listening quietly, enjoying the quiet feeling that the music brought him...