After the marriage, the abstinent prince turned me on

Seeing that Li Zhong refused to budge, An Man was furious. Even her delicate makeup could not hide her ferocious expression.

She turned her head abruptly and sternly ordered the butler waiting beside her: "I order you to expel this guard!"

The butler rubbed his hands in embarrassment and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, this is the Crown Prince's personal guard. Only the Crown Prince can deal with him. I, this old servant, really cannot make the decision."

"You..." An Man was so angry that she was shaking all over. She pulled out the sword from Li Zhong's waist, pointed the tip of the sword at Li Zhong's throat, and said sternly: "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being rude!"

The sword's edge flashed coldly, and the atmosphere was tense.

At this moment, the door of the study creaked open and Ouyang Jing walked out slowly.

Seeing this, the butler and Li Zhong hurriedly bowed their heads and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

When Anman saw Ouyang Jing, his original arrogance immediately dissipated, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

She suppressed her fear and pretended to be calm as she asked, "I am the legitimate Princess of Anguo. You actually left me alone in my bridal chamber on our wedding night and humiliated me. Don't you have any explanation?"

Ouyang Jing's expression was cold and his tone was indifferent: "I said, I have government affairs to deal with."

"Why must government affairs be handled on our wedding night?" Anman was furious. "I'm going to the palace right now to question your father!"

Ouyang Jing ignored her shouting and just winked at Li Zhong.

Li Zhong understood what he meant and immediately stood in front of Anman.

No matter which direction Anman went, Li Zhong would quickly appear in front of her.

An Man took two steps back and pointed at Ouyang Jing and said angrily: "Ouyang Jing, do you want to imprison this princess?"

Ouyang Jing's tone remained calm: "I just want to prevent you from going out and talking nonsense."

Anman felt like he had punched cotton and felt extremely frustrated.

She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rage that was about to erupt, and finally left angrily with her maid. She knew that at this moment, she had no choice but to endure.

Back in the bedroom, Anman could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and swept the tea set on the table to the ground with a "bang".

"How outrageous! How outrageous!" She was shaking with anger, and her delicate makeup couldn't hide her hideous expression at the moment.

Seeing this, the maidservant beside her hurried forward to comfort her, "Princess, calm down. This Kangguo is really too much. He treated you like this. He must not take you seriously."

"That's right, Princess, you are a princess, how dare they neglect you like this? They deserve to die!" Another maid also followed suit and fanned the flames.

The more Anman thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest heaved violently, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, but she felt no pain at all.

At this moment, a maid came hurriedly to report: "Princess, Concubine Feng from the mansion has come to pay her respects."

Anman sneered, "Is she impatient to come and see me make a fool of myself? Let her wait outside!" She was in a terrible mood and didn't want to see anyone.

The maid hurried out of the bedroom to report. Anman picked up the teacup, took a sip, and tried to calm his heaving chest.

The maidservant refilled her tea while softly soothing her, "Princess, calm down. There's still a lot of time left. I've heard that the Crown Prince used to be a very abstinent man. He wouldn't react to a woman unless she moved him."

An Man frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in her phoenix eyes beneath her delicate makeup: "What did 'before' mean?"

Amber lowered her voice and spoke mysteriously, "I've heard that the current Concubine Ping and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince were very affectionate in the past. It's just that she was seriously injured during a hunting trip and now has lost her memory."

"What?" An Man put down his teacup abruptly. "Are you saying that the Crown Prince and that Concubine Ping had a relationship?"

Amber nodded cautiously, observing Amman's expression.

"Is it possible for the prince to recover his memory?"

Amber hesitated for a moment and shook her head: "I don't know about this either. The imperial doctors are helpless. I think..."

"What do you want?" Anman interrupted Luoluo in a sharp tone.

Amber shuddered with fear and said quickly, "I dare not speak nonsense."

An Man took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "In that case, I must get rid of her before he regains his memory. Otherwise, keeping her here will only be a hidden danger!"

"Princess, you're wise!" Amber quickly agreed, but then asked cautiously, "What ideas have you come up with?"

Anman shook her head, her brows furrowed, and she couldn't think of any good solution for a moment.

At this moment, the door of the bedroom was slammed open, and Feng Zihan rushed in, saying urgently: "Princess, I have a way!"

Luoluo quickly stepped in front of Anman and shouted, "How dare you! Who let you in?"

The maid guarding the door knelt on the ground in panic, trembling: "It was... Concubine Feng who forced her way in, and we servants couldn't stop her..."

An Man rubbed his brows and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, you guys can leave first."

The maids kowtowed as if they had been pardoned and filed out. Only Anman, Amber and Feng Zihan were left in the bedroom.

An Man's eyes fell on Feng Zihan, with a hint of inquiry: "What do you have in mind? Are you willing to help me deal with Concubine Ping?"

Feng Zihan leaned close to Anman and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Princess, before you came, I had been married to the prince for more than two months, but that woman has been monopolizing the prince. Tell me, am I willing to help you?"

An Man curled her lips into a smile, her eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of light streaming down her face. "It seems we share the same suffering. I'll trust you for once. Tell me, Princess, what are your ideas?"

Feng Zihan lowered her voice and whispered a few words into Anman's ear.

Anman's expression changed from initial surprise to excitement, and finally, a sinister smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

"Okay, I'll do as you say!" A fierce light flashed in Anman's eyes, as if she had already seen Xie Mishuang's embarrassed look when he was kicked out of the Prince's Mansion.

Feng Zihan also showed a meaningful smile. The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was said without words.

----

On the other side, in Princess Yong'an's mansion, Chi Qu's patience has reached its limit.

Ever since they got married, Yong'an would draw a turtle on his face before he woke up, and he used the kind of ink pen that was the most difficult to wash off.

Some need to be washed for two or three days, and some need to be washed for a week.

During this period, he had to go to work with a "turtle face" every day and was laughed at by his colleagues countless times.