The princess only wants to get rich and support her family

Hu Luanfei also thought so. She was not interested in this cheap father, but she could rely on this brother. After all, he was a miser and so was she.

It had been raining these past few days, and there was also a drizzle on the day Nian Shu and Qian Yu were released, and many people followed them.

Nian Shu broke three fingers on his left hand and wrapped them with a slit in his own clothes.

After the torture, the man has become emaciated.

Fu Ling threw herself into his arms and cried heartbreakingly, annoyed that she shouldn't have accepted this escort mission.

Nian Shu looked much older, but he still endured the pain to comfort Fu Ling, "It's inevitable to get hurt in this line of work. Don't cry, I feel bad for you."

"It's my fault..."

"Okay, it's a joke if there are too many people watching."

Nian Shu struggled, but was trapped tightly by Fu Ling.

Nian Shu endured the pain and suddenly smiled, "Being alive is better than anything else. We should thank Sister Luan a lot."

In the drizzle, Nian Shu smiled sadly and tiredly.

Hu Luanfei blamed himself for not being able to protect the people in his escort company. He felt guilty and couldn't bear to look at him.

"I couldn't help you much, I'm sorry, I caused you to break a few fingers..."

Nian Shu lowered his eyes and looked at his left hand with only two fingers left. "For people in our line of work, serious consequences can cost one's life. I am lucky that I only lost a few fingers. But you, for Qian Yu and me, must have used your connections to ask for help from others."

Hu Luanfei felt even worse, "I..."

After a short pause, she continued, "I will avenge your severed finger."

"Sister Luan, you don't have to offend the wrong people for us. The reason why we have come to this point today is that I am not as skilled as others, and it is reasonable for me to get hurt..."

"It's okay to get hurt on a normal day, but I won't let this go, not only for you, but also for myself."

The escort agents in the escort agency lined up in two rows, standing silently, waiting for the chief escort to speak.

The weather was wet and cold, so Hu Luan raised his umbrella. Raindrops splashed from the umbrella, gradually blurring the figure in front of him.

She asked everyone to go back to the escort agency first, and she would take care of the rest.

After Nian Shu, Qian Yu and his group left, the guards outside the prison spat at their backs and kept nagging without saying a single nice word. They lifted their clothes, stuck out their buttocks, sat on the chair, and crossed their legs.

Hu Luanfei stood in front of them holding an umbrella, watching them drinking and chatting like crazy, with such ugly faces, such disgusting smiles, and such arrogant attitudes.

As they drank, they glanced at her out of the corner of their eyes, raised their eyebrows and teased each other, and even chewing peanuts, they couldn't stop the dirty talk from coming out.

She was angry and upset.

But she kept her composure, watching them calmly as they talked about dirty stories, drank and ate slowly. When the time came, something trivial would always happen, and she would always regret the rude and insulting words she had just said.

Perhaps even the heavens could not bear to see them, and the occasional thunderclaps frightened them. Soon, they realized their discomfort and began to hold their stomachs and gasp.

"The word 'mercy' does not exist in my dictionary. Although you are not the mastermind behind this, you have used the Third Prince's influence to harm others. In the past, you have never encountered a tough opponent, so you have been at large until now. Now that you have encountered me, I will teach you what it means to be a living devil."

"What did you do?" A man with a pale face fell under the table due to abdominal pain.

Hu Luan flew to that station, his eyes dark, "No need to inform you."

This time, the guards were more cautious and said politely, "We have offended the lady because we didn't recognize the great man..."

Before he could finish his words, one of the guards suddenly stood up, clamped his legs together, covered his stomach with one hand and his buttocks with the other, and rushed out in a weird posture.

The face has been lost and there is no way to reverse the defeat.

At this time, the guards were hysterical, glaring at Hu Luanfei with resentment and saying, "Just wait for me, and we will report to the Third Prince..."

Apart from wasting their energy and destroying their last bit of dignity, they had no other good way to judge Hu Luanfei.

"Save your own life first."

Several guards were so shocked by her words that they couldn't help but take two steps back. They couldn't believe that at this time, she would take advantage of someone's misfortune...

Hu Luanfei did not do anything drastic, but ordered Qi Siliao, who was accompanying him, to cripple one hand and one foot of each of them.

Qi Si Liao, who was standing beside her, seemed unconvinced and asked her in confusion, "Is this all the revenge you are talking about?"

"Of course there's more." Hu Luanfei turned around amid the wailing and smiled indifferently, "Saving them alive is like praying for the child in my belly. As for the rest, I will return it to the Third Prince with interest."

Hu Luanfei had a cold expression on her face. She was born delicate, and even if she was doing bloody things, it couldn't conceal her pure temperament.

There were always people who curry favor with the powerful in the palace. Those ministers who were deceived by Concubine Shu and the Third Prince wanted to kneel down and beg her.

Not long after she and Qi Siliao returned to Zuihualou, Jiang Wu handed them several letters from the military minister of Beiqiu.

"If you don't send it to their Crown Prince, what are you doing to me?" Hu Luanfei didn't even touch it, and directly let Jiang Wu throw it to Qi Siriao, "Although it's not Daqian's national affairs, it concerns you and me, so please help me take a look."

Qi Si Liao took the letter, opened it, and glanced at it. "He just wants me to say a few good words to Xuan Yuan Li. It's nothing serious."

Hu Luanfei laughed sarcastically, "You regret it now, what were you doing before?"

Qi Siliao threw the letters into the stove, and after emitting an unpleasant smell, they turned into ashes.

His eyes were deep and terrifying, without any emotion, as if someone had touched his reverse scale.

The sky was terrifyingly dark, and the earth seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloomy and dreary dark fog. The cold rain could not resist the instigation of the wind and fell sadly.

The wind and rain were gloomy and sad, as if expressing indignation on behalf of all those who endure humiliation in silence.

In the gloomy and cramped little house, a few oil lamps emitted a dim light.

Because of the dim light, the shabby and simple furnishings around seemed desolate and helpless.

When Hu Luanfei arrived, Fu Ling, who was sitting on the edge of the bed guarding Qian Yu, had a dark cloud of sorrow on her face and crystal tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't hold it back any longer, so she lay down beside Qian Yu's pillow and cried bitterly.

The desolate sobbing sound weakly hit the eardrums of everyone in the venue, as if the crying was telling a sad song.

Fearing that she might disturb the fetus, Hu Luanfei hurried over and patted her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a bitter voice: "Sister-in-law, why...Qian Yu is asleep."

"Sister, why is our life so miserable?" Fu Ling sat up again, raised her head, and looked at Hu Luanfei with tears in her eyes. With the lingering sound of sobs, she said a few more disjointed and disorderly words, "Qian Yu is like this... Alas, why were we born in the slums... I hate it, why are we not royal relatives..."