Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1309

Regarding the fact that Prince Yongle slept with someone else's concubine's sister, Princess Yongle believed that it was a beauty trap, also known as a fire trap.

This really is happening, it's affecting the royal family.

Prince Yongle didn't think so. "Princess, the sister of the Song prince is a poor person. Her husband died only three years after she got married. Last night, she was reminded of my past and said that I looked like her dead husband. I felt sorry for her, so I drank a few more glasses with her, and then..."

Princess Yongle: "......"

You don't have to be like that! You can just be a dead husband!

She raised her eyes and sneered, "So she is a widow?"

"Yes, she's a widow." Prince Yongle was afraid. If this matter got out of hand, would his nephew, the emperor who now had a temper worse than a donkey, punish him?

"Don't you find it strange? A widow goes out drinking with a bunch of you men? And even finds a place to sleep?" Princess Yongle was furious. She was not angry that this guy went out to sleep, but that he delayed her departure.

Prince Yongle shook his head, "No, no, no, that's not it. You misunderstood. We were drinking in a restaurant outside at the beginning, and halfway through, Prince Song said that his family had a collection of fermented rice wine, and while my wife was going back to her parents' home, he quickly dug it out and drank it as a farewell party for me. How could I refuse Prince Song's kindness?"

This makes it sound more like a fire pit. Princess Yongle was counting the newly purchased porcelain samples while asking lazily, "Does the prince mean to take the concubine of the Song prince as his concubine?"

Prince Yongle was a little embarrassed. "It seems that I have to re-analyze the current situation of the capital with you. Do you know who the Prince Song is?"

"Who is he? Isn't he Song Shiguang, the prince of the Changshan Marquis's Mansion?" Princess Yongle lowered her head to calculate the accounts and wrote and drew on the paper. After she finished, she gave it to Nanny Feng and asked her to pass it to Uncle Li who was waiting outside to purchase it.

Prince Yongle hated it most when his princess was talking to him while doing other things, but he didn't dare to make a scene. After all, the people who worked didn't say anything, so why should he, who was just sitting around doing nothing, make a scene?

Princess Yongle was instructing Madam Feng, "You must go to Mingyu'an Porcelain and buy according to the list. Hand this list to the shopkeeper over there and he will understand."

After the princess was done, Prince Yongle turned to her and said, "You don't know that the Changshan Marquis's Mansion is not just the Changshan Marquis's Mansion now!"

Princess Yongle's trip was delayed, and she was in a bad mood. She was quick to criticize others, "What? He is not only the Earl of Chang Shan, but also the Fourth Earl of Chang?"

Prince Yongle didn't care about being criticized, "Do you know who the wife of Prince Song is?"

"Who?"

"The second daughter of the former Marquis of Jian'an Mansion."

"So what?"

"What? What! It's so what!" Prince Yongle was brainwashed by Prince Song over and over again last night, and he already had a very clear understanding of the Jian'an Marquis Mansion. "Do you think the Jian'an Marquis Mansion is still the original Jian'an Marquis Mansion? It's not the same anymore! Come on, come on, let me explain it to you."

"No need!" Princess Yongle frowned. "I heard that the fat girl from the Huguogong Mansion married into the Jian'an Marquis Mansion?"

They had left Yongle County for the capital half a month ago. They had only been in the capital for two or three days, and because they were worried about being punished by Emperor Mingde, they had not had time to find out the news in the capital, so naturally they did not know that the fat boy Tang Chujun from the Huguogong family had divorced.

Princess Wu Manshuang of Prince Yongle was several years older than Tang Chujun. He had met her when he was young and his impression of her was that she was a little fat girl.