The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Cheng Yunmeng closed her eyes tightly, her eyelids trembling slightly.

Concubine Qing was not worried that Lan Zhaorong would really be bullied. The little girl had too many clever ideas, and she had seen them before.

Judging from the little guy's cunning eyes, he is probably planning a new "scam".

However, the first person to speak was Jiang Xingran, who had remained silent the whole time.

He bent his legs and knelt on the ground, then kowtowed three times on the spot. When he stood up, the red mark on his forehead was clearly visible.

"Empress Roufei, Xingran was nervous yesterday and forgot to defend Fourth Brother. If you are angry, please punish Xingran directly!"

After the words were spoken, the room was silent for a long while.

Jiang Huaian's eyes rolled around twice, as if he had discovered something interesting: "Little Wood, I thought you were poisoned and mute, but it turns out you can speak."

No matter how he dealt with Jiang Xingran before, he was silent like a mute person, which made him less happy. This time...

Finally, he found Jiang Xingran's weakness: "Mother, my father hates fratricide the most. We can't touch Old Seventh today~"

Cheng Yunmeng was anxious and knelt down immediately: "Empress Roufei, Xingran is young and ignorant. It is all because of my failure to teach him well. Please punish me directly..."

Jiang Xingran's face turned pale, and he was about to kowtow and beg, but Cheng Yunmeng quickly stopped him: "Xingran, you have to listen to your mother. This is what your mother deserves. Don't say anything more..."

Her mother, Xing Ran, had to run around every day to provide food for the mother and child. As a mother, it was her duty to protect her child from disasters...

And the little girl said in her heart that this was the disaster she deserved.

It was because of her identity that life in the palace was so difficult for both mother and son.

Cheng Yunmeng suddenly recalled that night and couldn't help feeling regretful. If only he hadn't taken over for someone else that day.

Jiang Xingran was about to speak anxiously, but Cheng Yunmeng reached out her hand in a panic and covered his mouth tightly.

As a mother, you should protect your children.

Even if she was really punished to kneel outside in the snow today, she would not hesitate!

For a moment, both of their faces were covered with tear marks.

Jiang Yingcheng stood beside him with a blank expression, blinking his eyes, feeling confused: [Ah...]

[Chengcheng is ready to fake a fall, what should I do now......]

[Father's imperial sedan will soon arrive at the gate of Liuhua Palace. If Aunt Yunmeng and Seventh Brother keep crying, Chengcheng won't be able to deliberately frame Concubine Rou...]

Lan Zhaorong's body froze, and even her sobbing stopped unconsciously.

His Majesty is coming?

Doesn't she have to kneel in the snow today?

How long will it be soon? If the little guy fakes a fall, will His Majesty really punish Concubine Rou out of heartache?

Questions popped up in his mind one after another, but the most important thing right now was to let Concubine Rou act quickly so that His Majesty could catch her in the act.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yunmeng quickly and gently patted Jiang Xingran on the back and whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, Xingran, your father will be here soon."

Concubine Qing, who was drinking tea above, was also stunned.

Good guy, he really wants to scam me...

Imperial Concubine Rou had no idea what was going on in these people's minds. When she saw the two stop crying, she said sarcastically, "What a scene of deep love between mother and son. If you didn't know, you would think I was going to sink Lan Zhaorong into a well."

She slowly stood up from the soft chair and took two steps forward: "It is said that if a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father, but your Majesty is extremely busy with official duties every day. As concubines, we should share some of the burden for your Majesty."

"You, Lan Zhaorong, are being punished for this. Do you two still have complaints in your hearts?"

Cheng Yunmeng quickly leaned forward and kowtowed: "In reply to your Majesty, I dare not even complain."

Concubine Rou raised one corner of her lips in a nonchalant, sarcastic smile, and was quite satisfied with Lan Zhaorong's ability to understand the current situation.

Although Jiang Huaian also wanted to see his mother punish Lan Zhaorong, he enjoyed the painful look on Jiang Xingran's face more. Suddenly seeing that he had accepted the current situation, he couldn't help but taunt him: "Jiang Xingran, you should know that the punishment your mother suffered today is because you opposed me yesterday."

"If you had agreed directly yesterday, and it was you who pushed Xiao Eleven, wouldn't there be so many problems today?"

"What kind of place do you think this palace is? Given your mother's status, it can give you the freedom to choose?"

"Today I am teaching you a lesson, so that you will know what attitude you should adopt when you see me in the palace in the future."

His heart was filled with joy, and even the constant swelling pain in his back seemed much lighter.

When he bullied Jiang Xingran in the past, although the other party never dared to resist, Jiang Xingran's face was always full of arrogance, and he looked at him as if he was an ant. Although he always got the benefits in the end, he always felt that he was inferior in momentum.

But now, he finally knew what Jiang Xingran was afraid of.

Jiang Huaian's mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

Fight with me.

Don't even consider whether you deserve it.

Jiang Huaian looked around the room.

Concubine Qing, who is on good terms with my mother.

Jiang Yingcheng, his little follower, does whatever he says.

Then it fell on Jiang Xingran.

"What are you still standing there for?" Jiang Huaian said to the maid who was about to walk up to Lan Zhaorong, "Didn't my mother tell you long ago? Slap her in the face!"

Hurry up and clap your hands. After that, his mother has many tricks waiting for him.

Xiwu looked back at Concubine Rou.

There was no special expression on Concubine Rou's face, but Yugiri, who had been with her for several years, knew that this meant tacit consent.

Xiwu raised her leg again, preparing to take the last few steps towards Lan Zhaorong.

[Oh, my father is already standing behind the door?!]

Concubine Qing put down the teacup and said in a troubled voice: "Sister Jingwan, this is not good..."

Concubine Rou looked back in surprise, as if she couldn't understand why Concubine Qing, who had not said a word for a long time, suddenly spoke, and it seemed that she wanted to stop her.

"you......"

Before she could finish her words, several screams suddenly sounded behind her.

Concubine Rou turned her head suddenly.

She didn't know what had happened to the people in front of her. Yugiri's raised foot was still suspended in mid-air, and the expression on her face was shocked and terrified. From her perspective, her temples were shiny, as if a little sweat had seeped out.

And Jiang Yingcheng...

It was rolling on the ground, in circles, towards the door...

Concubine Rou was silent.

Judging from Jiang Yingcheng's rolling posture, it seemed like she rolled towards the door on her own initiative.

But judging from Yugiri's reaction, it seemed like he was kicked by the other party.

what is this?

Even though her status was so noble, she never used such crude means when she wanted to frame someone.

Jiang Yingcheng didn't know what other people were thinking, but she was almost unable to bear it.

She asked 007 in her heart: [How far is it...]

She originally wanted to roll to the door and let her father see her pretending to be pitiful, but...

No one told her that the ground was so hard and it would hurt to roll on it...

She was dizzy all the way and finally rolled halfway when she was stopped by someone.

Jiang Yingcheng raised her head and met Jiang Yanchuan's angry eyes. She pursed her lips and cried out loudly on the spot: "Woo-wah--"

[It really, really hurts──]

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

Who is to blame?