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

Xiao Tong didn't say much to Jiang Wumei. After dinner, he went to deal with government affairs.

No one saw the corner. Jiang Wumei gritted her teeth at Xiao Tong's back and turned to find the tiger cub playing in the greenhouse.

The night is a little bit rich.

The heavy snow that had been falling during the day gradually stopped.

Jiang Wumei played with the tiger cub for half an hour. Seeing that it was getting late, she asked her maid to take the cub to take a bath, and she went back to the bedroom to take a bath and change clothes.

Qingzhi has been serving by Jiang Wumei's side. After helping her master take a bath, she took out the hot handkerchief that had been prepared long ago and wiped her master's soft black hair bit by bit.

"My Lady, I just went to the dungeon and happened to see the guards carrying a corpse out in a sack.

I asked a few questions carefully and found out that the corpse was Chen Yue'er, whose tongue was cut off by His Highness yesterday.

The body has probably been thrown into a mass grave by now."

The hall was as warm as spring. Jiang Wumei, who had just finished taking a bath, was leaning on the couch, drowsy in only her bellyband and gauze dress.

After hearing Qingzhi's words, Jiang Wumei half-supported her forehead and nodded slowly:

"Send a few people to check the body later. If it's confirmed to be Chen Yue'er, come back and report."

"Yes, I will arrange it later."

Qingzhi didn't ask Jiang Wumei's reason for this, and quickly responded. Looking at the tired look on her master's face, Qingzhi talked about another matter:

"Your Majesty, there's news from Concubine Chun's side that she's been going to His Highness's study every day these past few days to deliver snacks and medicine. It seems like she's trying to win his favor."

Jiang Wumei raised her eyelids, half smiling:

"This Chun Yurong really can't wait even for a moment."

Chun Yurong had lived under Xiao Tong's protection from the beginning to the end without experiencing any hardships. Now, she couldn't stand the loneliness in the room for just a few days.

Qingzhi spoke carefully:

“My Lady, although His Highness loves and cares for you, he is still a man after all.

If this Concubine Chun continues like this, there is no guarantee that His Highness will not be tempted.

How about we find a way to solve this problem once and for all?"

When Qingzhi said this, Jiang Wumei suddenly opened her eyes.

After scanning the surroundings and confirming that they were the only two in the hall, Jiang Wumei looked at Qingzhi and said coldly:

“There are many people in the palace, be careful of what you say.

From this moment on, as long as there is a third person present, you must never say a word about His Highness and Chun Yurong.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, I can’t protect you.”

Qingzhi was the maid that the original owner brought from the Jiang Mansion as a dowry. She was loyal to the original owner and was impeccable.

After all, the two had been master and servant for half a year, and Jiang Wumei didn't want to see Qingzhi being beaten to death by Xiao Tong for gossiping about Chun Yurong.

After all, in the later part of the book, Chun Yurong was weak and had a miscarriage. The tyrant Xiao Tong blamed the servants for not serving her well and ordered the massacre of all the palace maids.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wumei felt a headache.

Xiao Tong's beloved daughter is not as easy to deal with as Chen Yue'er.

Xiao Tong's superficial favor for her was all a trick to protect Chun Yurong.

She was sure that if she dared to attack Chun Yurong, Xiao Tong would cut her into pieces without hesitation and throw her to feed the wild dogs.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I will remember this."

Seeing Jiang Wumei getting angry, Qingzhi immediately knelt down and bowed his head to apologize.

"Get up, and remember, don't provoke Chun Yurong, and don't do anything that would harm Chun Yurong.

Also, tell our people to do nothing but keep an eye on Chun Yurong, and don't try to be clever and cause trouble for me."

Her long hair was almost dried by the hot towel. Jiang Wumei lay on the couch and gave Qingzhi instructions in a low voice.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Qingzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead and got up from the ground. As per his daily routine, he took out the jade cream and applied it to Jiang Wumei's smooth skin inch by inch.

The crystal clear paste spreads and is absorbed on the delicate skin, gradually disappearing.

Soon, a faint lotus fragrance emanated from Jiang Wumei's skin and gradually permeated the entire palace.

The last bit of jade cream was spread on Jiang Wumei's round body. In the room filled with the fragrance of lotus, Qingzhi stood up with a dry mouth, not daring to look at his master's charming eyes with half-closed watery eyes.

"My lady, let me help you to rest."

Qingzhi stood up and was about to move when the door of the palace was pushed open with a bang.

Then, Xiao Tong's handsome face appeared in Qingzhi's eyes.

"Your Highness."

Qingzhi hurriedly stepped back and stood aside to salute.

Xiao Tong looked at Jiang Wumei, who was lying on the couch with half-closed eyes and covered in a gauze dress. His eyes were dim, and he glanced at Qingzhi.

Qingzhi immediately understood and quickly bowed and left the bedroom.

Jiang Wumei still remembered Xiao Tong's sarcastic tone at the dinner table. Seeing him approaching, she raised her face and smiled faintly, not concealing the large area of ​​her chest exposed.

"Your Highness, have you finished your work?"

Xiao Tong nodded, his eyes wandering over her body, and after a moment he strode forward and suddenly hugged her.

As the soft skin touched his arms, the elegant fragrance of lotus instantly lingered around his nose. Xiao Tong's eyes dimmed and he turned and walked quickly towards the bed.

Sensing Xiao Tong's eagerness, Jiang Wumei rolled inwards as soon as her body touched the bed. She turned her head and stared at Xiao Tong with a half-smile, the red mole at the end of her eye seemed to be glowing:

"Your Highness, when the imperial physician examined my pulse yesterday, he specifically told me to rest for the next few days.

I am now completely exhausted and I am afraid I cannot serve Your Highness tonight."

Looking at Xiao Tong's face which turned dark in an instant, Jiang Wumei felt very happy.

Dead man, he makes you be both the executioner and the white lotus.

Even if you use me as a shield, I will make you taste the burning desire.

If you have the ability, go find Chun Yurong to help you relieve your stress!

Let’s see if your cheap mother in the palace will kill her!

Xiao Tong stood by the bed without saying a word. Jiang Wumei seemed not to notice the anger on his face and continued to smile:

"Your Highness loves me the most.

I believe you will not ignore my health and force me to serve you, so I will go to sleep first.

Your Highness, please make yourself at your leisure!"

As she spoke, Jiang Wumei lay down with a smile, pulled the quilt over her, turned over and closed her eyes, leaving Xiao Tong with a graceful back.

No one had ever rejected him like this before. Xiao Tong was shocked and angry at this moment, and his whole body was in a very low state of pressure. He stared at Jiang Wumei's slender neck for a long time, and seeing that Jiang Wumei was unmoved, he flicked his sleeves and strode out of the bedroom.

The sound of the palace door opening was heard. Jiang Wumei slowly turned around while holding the quilt, and looked at the empty palace door, finally feeling satisfied.

You stupid man, I won’t serve you anymore. Go wherever you want!

asshole!

After cursing Xiao Tong over and over again in her heart, Jiang Wumei finally went to sleep contentedly.

I wonder if I rejected Xiao Tong tonight.

At night, Jiang Wumei had a nightmare.

In her dream, she had an affair with a fair-faced and handsome guard. Just as she took off her clothes, Xiao Tong rushed in with his men in a menacing manner.

Seeing her naked and rolling around with other men, Xiao Tong's face turned as black as ink, and there was a thunderstorm in his eyes. He immediately drew his sword and stabbed the pretty guard to death with one blow.

Then, he used the icy tip of the sword to pierce her limbs, and blood gushed out. The sword in Xiao Tong's hand kept cutting her flesh, and no matter how she cried and begged for mercy, he would not let her go until the last drop of blood in her body was drained.

Boom!

A loud thunder sounded in the sky, shaking the entire capital.

Jiang Wumei woke up from a nightmare, sat up suddenly, and gasped for breath.

The extremely real feeling of death lingered in her heart, frightening her so much that her eyes opened wide and her whole body trembled.