The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

Jiang Wumei had already noticed Chen Yue'er on the side, but she deliberately kept silent, just wanting to leave her out in the cold, so that she could wake up on the cold floor and avenge her best friend.

Old Madam Huo noticed Jiang Wumei's thoughts and spoke to her with a smile, not mentioning Chen Yue'er who was lying on the ground at all.

Old Madam Huo didn't mention it, and Xu Junjun would not mention it either. She wished she could throw this woman out into the snow to freeze so that she could vent her anger for the old lady and Niao Niao.

The three of them chatted for half an hour as if they were just casual friends, but Qingzhi suddenly came in and whispered to Jiang Wumei.

"Your Highness, His Highness has returned home."

Jiang Wumei opened her eyes in surprise. It was only now, and Xiao Tong had come back?

Before Jiang Wumei could finish her surprise, a tall figure in black clothes strode over in the wind and snow.

Jiang Wumei was slightly stunned, and immediately handed the white tiger cub in her arms to Qingzhi, and greeted Xiao Tong with a smile.

"Your Highness, why did you come back so early today? Have you had lunch?"

Jiang Wumei reached out to help Xiao Tong take off his cloak and asked with a smile.

Xiao Tong did not answer. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Wumei carefully. He saw that her lips were pale and she was indeed in poor spirits. Her eyes suddenly became dark.

Turning his head with a cold face, Xiao Tong's powerful gaze swept over Madam Huo, Xu Junjun, and Chen Yue'er, who was tied up like a quail, one by one, and his voice was cold and indifferent:

"How is this going?"

Mrs. Huo's scalp tightened when she saw him looking at her. Without having time to lament that the prince was too intimidating, she pulled Xu Junjun to kneel down with her.

"I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

I hope the Crown Prince will forgive me. Today I have brought my granddaughter-in-law to your house to apologize for implicating the concubine in the poisoning yesterday.

The person tied up in the hall is the culprit who poisoned her yesterday. I am about to apologize to the Concubine and then send her to the Dali Temple for interrogation."

Xiao Tong raised his eyes and saw his tall figure standing in front of them, like a mountain pressing down on them, full of pressure.

His eyes lightly swept across Chen Yue'er's tearful face, and Xiao Tong said in a cold tone:

"He murdered my grandmother and intended to harm the royal family. According to the law, he should be sentenced to death by slicing. Why bother going to the Dali Temple?

Madam Huo, please leave this person at the Crown Prince's Mansion. I will send someone to take care of him."

Madam Huo and Xu Junjun's expressions froze, and they both looked at Jiang Wumei behind the man.

Xu Junjun kept winking at Jiang Wumei, what's going on, did your man take the wrong medicine?

Jiang Wumei was also a little confused at this moment. She looked at Xiao Tong's tall and mighty back and frowned slightly. She always felt that Xiao Tong's reaction was too abnormal.

After spending half a year together, Jiang Wumei also understood Xiao Tong about 50% of the time. The cold-hearted and cold-blooded prince would not really support her.

The last time Xiao Tong protected her was when the Queen gave her the fertility soup for the first time in the palace. Why was it this time?

With doubts swirling in her mind, Jiang Wumei took a step forward, bowed gracefully and admonished:

"Your Highness, this is against the rules.

If this gets out, the court officials will probably accuse Your Highness of being tyrannical and violent."

Xiao Tong turned around and looked at her, his face full of frost: "When have I ever been afraid of people's criticism?"

After saying this, without waiting for Madam Huo and the others to react, Xiao Tong looked outside and said, "Someone come."

Four guards walked in quickly, and Xiao Tong ordered in a cold voice: "Take this man away and execute him by slow slicing."

Hearing this, Chen Yue'er, who had been stunned since Xiao Tong entered the room, finally reacted. She screamed and threw herself at Xiao Tong's feet, kowtowing and begging for mercy:

"Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare my life.

It was not me who poisoned Concubine Jiang, but Xu Junjun. She was the one who wanted to harm Concubine Jiang. It had nothing to do with me. I was wronged.

Your Highness, Your Highness, please spare my life!"

Seeing Xiao Tong deciding her life like stepping on an ant, Chen Yue'er was finally frightened and kept screaming for mercy.

As soon as Xiao Tongyi spoke, Madam Huo and Xu Junjun shut up and stood aside, as if they knew they were redundant at the moment.

Jiang Wumei was standing beside Xiao Tong. When he saw Chen Yue'er speaking, Xiao Tong frowned and looked downcast. He knew in his heart that Chen Yue'er was going to die today.

Sure enough, the next moment, Jiang Wumei heard the man beside her speak impatiently:

"Noisy.

Cut the tongue."

Xiao Tong was never a kind and gentle crown prince. Anyone who dared to disobey him would have only one outcome: death.

One of the guards pulled out a dagger, approached Chen Yue'er who was shaking her head, and faced her terrified gaze with the knife.

The next second, a soft tongue covered in blood flew into the air and fell to the ground.

"Drag down."

Xiao Tong gave the order coldly and turned to look at the three people present. Whoever's face his cold gaze fell on felt creepy, and Jiang Wumei was no exception.

This was the first time she faced Xiao Tong's cruelty, and the first time she felt that this man who had slept with her for hundreds of times was so strange and chilling.

Chen Yue'er, who was unconscious due to severe pain, had been dragged away by the guards. If it weren't for the severed tongue and blood in the hall, Jiang Wumei and Madam Huo would have thought that the scene just now was just an illusion.

After Xiao Tong left, Mrs. Huo also left with Xu Junjun.

Xu Junjun wanted to say a few words to Jiang Wumei, but because Mrs. Huo was present, she couldn't say it.

In the end, he could only present the health-preserving pills and heart-protecting pills he brought to Jiang Wumei, and asked her to take care of herself.

As soon as they left the Prince's Mansion, Mrs. Huo's figure swayed, frightening Xu Junjun so much that her eyelids twitched violently. She hurried over to support her:

"grandmother."

After helping the person onto the carriage, Xu Junjun raised his hand to feel Madam Huo's pulse. When he found nothing serious, he withdrew his hand.

After staring blankly at Xu Junjun for a few seconds, Mrs. Huo suddenly spoke:

"Junjun, you seem to have a good relationship with Concubine Jiang."

Xu Junjun coughed twice, not wanting to lie to the only elder who was kind to her, so she said tactfully:

"Concubine Jiang is kind and I like her very much."

Mrs. Huo's eyes suddenly became complicated, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Finally, she stared at Xu Junjun for a long while and sighed deeply:

"Never mind, after all, everyone has their own destiny. Grandmother only hopes that Chen Yue'er dies, you and Ming'er can be together well, and there will be no more trouble in the mansion."

Xu Junjun curved her lips and smiled without saying anything. She couldn't afford the answer that Old Madam Huo wanted, nor did she want to give it.

Whoever wants that stupid dog Huo Qiming can have him, but Xu Junjun doesn't want to have anything to do with him anyway.

With this thought in mind, Xu Junjun changed the subject:

"Grandmother, Chen Yue'er was executed by the Crown Prince today. Should we write a letter to tell my parents and husband?"

When Mrs. Huo mentioned Chen Yue'er, she felt unlucky:

"You have to write a letter, but just tell your parents.

Ming'er has an impulsive temper, so let's keep the news of Chen Yue'er's death to himself for now and wait until he returns to Beijing."

Xu Junjun's face was full of disappointment. She had wanted Huo Qiming to be angry for a while before returning to Beijing, but it seemed that there was no hope.