Wanwan is not Wanwan: Who will spoil you after you are reborn?

The next day, Shen Wanwan had breakfast and left in a carriage at 9:00 p.m.

The time she had agreed to meet with the King of Qin was one quarter past noon, so it was a little early for her to go out now.

However, the Marquis' Mansion was some distance away from the agreed location, and Zuixianju, as the largest restaurant in Shangjing City, was located in the prime commercial area of ​​Shangjing City. There was a lot of traffic nearby and it was difficult to travel, so she had to allow more time.

Since it is a negotiation, one naturally has to have a negotiating attitude. Punctuality is the most basic requirement. What's more, the other party is the King of Qin, and he holds your weak spot in his hand.

If she is late due to an unexpected situation on the road and loses the qualification to negotiate, she will be furious.

As expected, she was not disappointed. Just three blocks away from Zuixianju, the carriage Shen Wanwan was riding in collided with an oncoming carriage.

Shen Wanwan was caught off guard by the sudden jolt and rolled forward. Fortunately, she had made rapid progress in martial arts training over the past half month and managed to steady herself just as she was about to hit the door in front of her.

The maid Ruoyun who came out with them was not so lucky. She rolled out and hit the back of the coachman in front of her before she stopped rolling forward.

"How do you drive the car? Do you know who is sitting in this car?"

"Oh, you are so arrogant! I don't know who is sitting in your carriage, but I know that my master is the Royal Concubine's biological son, Prince Rui."

"This……"

The coachman from the Marquis' Mansion turned around and looked at the carriage. "What should we do, Third Miss? Our carriage hit the carriage of Prince Rui's Mansion. Prince Rui is in the carriage now. How about you get off and apologize to him?"

As soon as the sound of the two coachmen arguing came in, Shen Wanwan frowned, blinked, and a small porcelain bottle appeared out of thin air in her hand. She poured some transparent liquid from it, wiped it on her forehead, and a big bump appeared instantly.

Then she took out another small porcelain bottle, shook it in front of her eyes, and her eyes instantly turned red and filled with tears.

Shen Wanwan didn't respond to the coachman's words. She lifted the door curtain, walked out slowly, and glanced at the coachman calmly. His eyes flashed and he didn't dare to look her in the eye.

She quickly glanced at the pedestrians who stopped to watch the excitement, then retracted her gaze and looked at the step under her feet as she stepped off the carriage. When her feet landed on the ground, two tears fell.

The onlookers all saw the big bump on Pei Wanwan's forehead, and then saw her pursing her lips to stop herself from crying but still shedding tears. The contempt they had felt for the driver's inappropriate words was instantly replaced by sympathy.

"Look at what a pretty girl, but she got a bump on her forehead, and she's almost disfigured."

"It was clearly the carriage's fault, and now the girl has to come out and apologize in person."

"Keep your voice down! Didn't you hear the driver say that this is Prince Rui, the son of the Imperial Concubine?"

Shen Wanwan stood firmly on the ground and raised her head slightly. There were two people standing next to the carriage opposite. One of them was wearing a bright yellow brocade robe, and the other was wearing a dark gray robe.

Judging from his aura, the man in the bright yellow brocade robe was undoubtedly Prince Rui. As for the other man, Shen Wanwan felt that his eyes inexplicably made people feel cold.

She didn't dare stare at the two of them too closely, and bowed slightly to the man in the brocade robe. "Your humble servant greets His Royal Highness Prince Rui. It's our fault that we bumped into Prince Rui's carriage. I apologize to His Royal Highness on behalf of the Marquisate."

There was a tearful tone in Shen Wanwan's voice. It was obvious that she was seriously injured in the carriage just now, but she endured the pain and apologized to the other party.

After Shen Wanwan finished speaking, she glanced calmly at the coachman from the Marquis' Mansion who was standing quietly beside her. A flash of coldness passed through her eyes. If he wanted to attract hatred, how could he only target her?

Take the Marquis's Mansion with you to hell!

When Shen Wanwan came out, the driver was slightly startled to see the big swelling on her forehead. Then, after hearing what she said, he secretly thought that something was wrong.