The Destiny of Going to Hell

As soon as Minghui returned to Prince An's mansion, she started to act coquettishly with her grandfather and told him that he didn't need to help the Eighth Prince for her own sake.

Since you have your eyes on that position, just go and fight for it. As a man, what's the point of using your wife?

Minghui lived peacefully in Prince An's mansion, and "Ruoxi" (Zhang Xiao) also woke up in the Eighth Prince's mansion.

Her forehead was covered with a white cloth. She opened her eyes and looked around, her eyes full of disbelief. "How could this happen? I am dreaming. Everything will be fine if I open my good eyes."

Qiaohui walked into the room and saw Zhang Xiao standing up. She hurriedly tried to help her lie down, "Second Miss..."

"Second Miss? You are the second one! Who are you?"

"A prank show? Where's the camera? You can't make this joke. Do you think you can say anything just because you're wearing ancient clothes?"

Zhang Xiao's antics frightened Qiaohui, and Zhang Xiao realized belatedly that he had traveled through time.

When Zhang Xiaogang learned that he was Maertai Ruoxi, he saw Ruolan walk in.

"Madam, did the second young lady hurt her head?" Qiaohui looked worried.

Ruolan calmly stopped her, "Don't talk nonsense." She took Ruoxi's hand and called the doctor again, "Ruoxi, I'm your sister. I'm here for you if anything happens. Don't be afraid."

Zhang Xiao calmed down and recalled that it was because of her boyfriend's cheating, that Huang Di and Mei Mei, the damned scumbag and bitch, that she got hit by a car and went back to the Qing Dynasty. Oh my God, why was she the one who got hurt?

Because Prince An's Mansion no longer provided him with help these days, the Eighth Prince realized belatedly that Minghui had not been in the palace for many days.

He was anxious to win back Minghui's heart, so he temporarily put Ruolan out of his mind, and Zhang Xiao naturally thought that Ruolan was out of favor.

At least she had never seen the Eighth Master come to her sister's yard, but this sister was quite nice to her, taking care of her food, clothing, housing and everything else, and she could be considered a support.

But this is the Qing Dynasty, she is only the concubine of the Eighth Prince, and the Eighth Prince's fate is not good either, help, this support is absolutely unreliable!

Ruoxi was walking in the yard with her eyes rolling around. Finally, she asked Qiaohui, "Qiaohui, let me test you. Do you remember what my father likes to eat the most?"

"Hand-pulled meat."

"Yeah! What's your favorite drink?"

"Kumbre!"

"That's amazing! What's your favorite food?"

“Osmanthus cake!”

……

Through the questions and answers, Ruoxi finally figured out her identity, background and family situation.

The Eighth Prince found Minghui, who smiled calmly, "My Lord is here, I will stay for a few more days and then return home, there is no need to worry so much."

The Eighth Prince smiled, but he was secretly roaring in his heart, who asked this? What I care about is why Prince An doesn't support me anymore?

I guess Fu Jin must still be angry.

"That's good. I haven't seen Madam for a long time. By the way, is Prince An doing well? Do you want me to go visit him?"

The Eighth Prince's words were full of tests. He wanted to meet Prince An, so Minghui was naturally willing.

"Grandpa is in good health. If you are worried, you can go and see him." In short, grandpa had a lot to say, and no matter how hard he tried, grandpa would not give in.

The Eighth Prince went to find Prince An with a smile on his face. Mingyu stuck out her tongue behind Minghui, saying that this man was such a despicable man, his thoughts were clearly written on his face.

"Sister, look what this is?" Mingyu took out a whip. The whip was black and shiny, woven from several long and flexible leather belts.

The length looks like a winding snake, which can stretch flexibly to a distance and retract in an instant.

Its surface sparkles with a cold light, and its heavy weight gives people a sense of stability and power when holding it.

Minghui took it and held the whip in her palm, pinching the whip between her thumb and index finger and tightly gripping the whip with the other three fingers. She performed a set of skillful movements and the whip danced flexibly under her control like a dragon.

Mingyu cheered from the side, "Sister is awesome!"

Minghui put away the whip and laughed freely, like a flower blooming in spring, exuding her charm and joy unconcealedly.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, outlining a charming arc, and her eyes sparkled with confidence and vitality.

Mingyu hasn't seen a sister like this for a long time.

The two happy sisters went out shopping happily. While they were choosing new things on the street, they saw a commotion ahead.

It turns out that Ruoxi felt that she was hit by a car when she traveled through time. After all, a carriage is also a car. Maybe she was hit by a carriage and went back to the modern era?

So he lowered his head and bumped into the carriage, and as luck would have it, it was the Fourth Prince's carriage that he bumped into.

Yinzhen looked at the woman so recklessly that he had no time to rein in his horse, so he had to turn around, but he did not notice that there was a child in front of him.

The child stood in front in a daze, and the sudden situation left him no time to dodge.

"Be careful!" Minghui whipped the whip hard, and the whip caught the child and pulled him to the side of the road. The child was safe, but Minghui's arm was scratched. People around applauded and praised him. The Fourth Prince also dismounted to check the situation.

"Eighth brother's wife? Thank you for what you did just now." Yinzhen's eyes were deep. In the past, he had only seen his eighth brother's wife working hard to develop the diplomacy of the wives of the eighth brother, and she even used the power of Prince An's Mansion. She always took care of everything in the past, and it was rare to see her being so ostentatious.

What's more, that stunning face is so stunning that one can't take their eyes off it.

"Fourth brother, you are too kind, but how can you only consider the beginning and not the end when doing things?" Minghui's eyes were sharp, and Yinzhen smiled silently, but he was still his smooth and versatile self.

"Fourth brother has learned a lesson."

At this time, Qiaohui also pulled Ruoxi to kneel down, "Fourth Prince, spare us, we are from the Eighth Master's Mansion."

After begging for mercy, Qiaohui saw that Fu Jin was also there, her face was extremely pale.

"Since he is from my eighth brother's wife's house, I will not pursue the matter. My eighth brother's wife should take good care of him." After saying this, Yinzhen got on the carriage.

Minghui looked at Ruoxi and felt amused. Is this the kind of person who has been through the 21st century? She only thought that if she crashed into a carriage, she might be able to get back home, but did she ever think that if she died under the carriage, the driver would be charged with murder?

Have you ever thought about what Qiaohui should do? If she really died, Qiaohui would not be able to escape responsibility.

Ruoxi looked at Minghui and felt dazed. There really were such beautiful people in the world, even prettier than the big stars on TV.

Minghui suddenly realized, "Wait, Qiaohui?"

"Qiaohui, your name conflicts with this wife's. From now on, you should be called Qiaoxin. Also, this is probably the concubine's sister, right? She is trying to commit suicide in public and trampling on the face of our Eighth Prince's Mansion? Take her back and don't have to come out again before the selection."

Ruoxi felt that Minghui looked down on her after hearing what she said. Why did you change your name just because you said so? And you are not allowed to go out. Who do you think you are? Is it a big deal to be beautiful? Beauty is the root of trouble!

Before she could even say anything indignant, she was pulled away by Qiao Xin.