The Destiny of Going to Hell

Qingying was envious and jealous of Fucha Langya, wishing she was Fucha Langya. Now she was pregnant, which was great.

Qingying stroked her belly carefully and with great surprise. Now she was related to brother Hongli by blood.

Although Ah Ruo was indignant towards Qingying, Qingying was still her master. Only when her master lived well would the servant feel proud.

So she flattered him, "The prince and the master have been childhood sweethearts, and you are favored by the prince. When you give birth to a little prince in the future, you will be more confident than the main courtyard!"

Ah Ruo's words were all Qingying's favorite, even though Qingying scolded Ah Ruo with a cold face, "Do you think you can talk about Fu Jin? If this gets out, you will be beaten like last time!"

Her tone was sharp, but there was a faint smile on her face. Ah Ruo felt helpless about her understanding of her own master.

It was obvious that he was happy too, but he put all the blame on her. As a servant, I should be happy when my master is happy and worry about his own worries. What's wrong with that?

Ah Ruo pretended to hit herself on the mouth, "I know I was wrong, I won't talk nonsense about the wife next time, but I was telling the truth. It's obvious that the prince likes you more."

Qingying smiled like a chrysanthemum, imagining the scene of giving birth to a prince in the future. Maybe she could also give birth to a little golden dragon.

555: That is the phantom little golden dragon I made. You are not my host. Would I be crazy to give you the little golden dragon?

Qingying looked towards Fucha Langya's main courtyard, feeling a little regretful.

What a pity? It was a pity that Fu Jin had exempted everyone from paying respects early on, otherwise she would have been able to show off in front of everyone.

Qingying is also vain, but if she really came to pay her respects, she would probably just put on a calm face and say nonchalant words to show off secretly.

In the final analysis, he loves to be a slut and to show off, and he has to hide his own psychology under the fig leaf of being noble. He is a double standard weirdo, and I can't stand it.

After finishing his shift, Hongli went to Qingying's courtyard. The two of them were very affectionate. Hongli asked, "Qingying, I'm really happy! It would be great if I could have a prince like me and a princess like you."

Hongli's eyes revealed expectation. Qingying, knowing that Hongli had no fatherly and motherly love in his childhood, felt very distressed. She lay in Hongli's arms and rested her head on his broad shoulders.

Qingying kissed Hongli on the cheek and said, "Of course we will. Then we will be a warm and loving family."

She knew that Hongli longed for a home, and she also hoped that she and Hongli would have their own little home, with just the two of them and their children, without anyone else to disturb them.

What Hongli was thinking about at this moment were the moments when he and Fucha Langya coaxed Yonglian together, the moments when Yonglian cried, and the moments when he and Fucha Langya were clumsy as new parents.

The home he had been longing for already existed, and Qingying was just a youthful obsession.

But Hongli still smiled and kissed the back of Qingying's hand. The two began to think about how to educate their children in the future. Hongli smiled gently.

At this moment, Qingying forgot about Fu Jin, the children in the mansion, and those women. In her eyes, there was only Hongli, their child, and a bright future.

People always say that when a man is half drunk he can make you cry. In fact, no matter whether a man or a woman is drunk or not, some people are born to be excellent actors.

Chen Wanyin looked at the back of Hongli that she had just painted, feeling sweetness and a hint of sourness in her heart.

Hongli came to see her once and then forgot about her. How much she envied the other women in this mansion.

The concubines are deeply loved by the prince. Concubine Qing and the prince are childhood sweethearts. Concubine Chun and Princess Jing are both beautiful. Even Su Lujun can get the prince to stay overnight for a few more days.

I am the only one who does not receive the prince's favor.

She raised her hand and stroked the paper. Secret love was nothing but a person's chaos. She was already very satisfied to be able to enter the palace and become a princess of the prince.

As long as I can see the prince from afar like this every day, I will be satisfied.

(To be honest, both Chen Wanyin and Yihuan are like the secret admirers we know, but they are at two extremes. Yihuan’s main feature is to rush forward and confess, and she will accept it regardless of the result. Chen Wanyin is a silent guardian, and there will be no rejection if she does not take the initiative.)

"Sister..." In the embroidery studio in the mansion, a beautiful woman had a look of confusion on her face, as if she was remembering something painful.

Fu Cha Langya curled her lips and said, this is a small gift for Qingying.

She really wanted to know, when she sent Hailan, whose memory had been fine-tuned by 555, to Qingying, what would happen to these two good sisters from their previous lives in this life?