After marrying the heirless prince, I gave birth to three children

The more Song Wenbo listened, the uglier his expression became, and his already painful body became even more irrational due to anger.

What are the questions that Zhenbei Hou is asking?

The pain and anger made him even ignore the identity of the person in front of him, and he retorted sarcastically: "If I knew, why would you come to investigate the case?"

Pei Chen's face turned stern and his eyes turned cold.

Like a bucket of cold water falling from the sky, Song Wenbo suddenly sobered up. He swallowed hard and explained awkwardly, "This humble official made a mistake. I beg your pardon, Lord."

Song Wenbo forced a smile, his voice suppressing his anger, "I have always been kind to others and never made enemies."

Pei Chen nodded, and asked Song Wenbo where he was attacked yesterday. After calculating the location of the archer, he jumped up.

Look for traces on the eaves.

After finishing all this, Pei Chen was about to take his leave. "Lord Song, please take good care of yourself. If you ever think of anything related to yesterday's assassination, or any of your enemies... have someone inform me."

"My Lord, please wait a moment." Song Wenbo said hurriedly. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he still said, "I hope my injury will remain confidential."

Although the imperial physicians were alarmed last night, they would not announce to the public where his injuries were.

He still wants face.

Pei Chen was silent for a moment, then gave Song Wenbo a sympathetic look and said, "Master Song, it's too late to say this."

Wha, what?

Song Wenbo's body trembled slightly, and his pale lips quivered, "My Lord, what do you mean by this?"

"Early this morning, the news of Lord Song's injury spread throughout the capital." Pei Chen said, "But Lord Song is the victim, so there's no need for him to worry..."

boom!

Before Pei Chen could finish his words, Song Wenbo's vision went dark and he fainted.

He doesn't want to live anymore.

Last time he said he was scared to death by Zhang, only a few people from the Song and Xie families knew about it. Plus, he wasn't really that scared, so although he was angry, he could still accept it.

But this time...

He is really not able to do it.

Never again.

"Someone come here." Pei Chen did not approach Song Wenbo, but shouted, "Master Song has fainted."

Pei Chen just went out.

Then he saw someone coming in from the gate, and the person leading the group was Xie Yujiao's mother, Zhang.

Xie Yuru was also with Zhang.

"Meet the Marquis of Zhenbei."

Zhang knelt and saluted, and Xie Yuru hurriedly followed suit. Pei Chen only nodded slightly, "You're welcome, Madam."

Pei Chen left immediately.

Zhang was about to go in to see Xie Yujiao, but was stopped by Xie Yuru, "Madam, who was that marquis just now?"

Xie Yuru's eyes flashed slightly. That was a marquis.

Zhang's impatience faded slightly, and she glanced at Xie Yuru with a half-smile, "He is the adopted son of Emperor Yongle, the Marquis of Zhenbei. He is of noble status. If you meet him in the future, remember not to offend him."

Zhang turned and walked into the house, saying casually as she walked, "Come to think of it, the Zhenbei Marquis still hasn't married yet. I wonder how anxious he is to get married."

Xie Yuru's eyes flashed, and her pupils turned slightly. While Zhang was "not paying attention", she turned around and walked out.

She felt that what Xie Yao said to her last time made a lot of sense.

If the prince really has a good home, why doesn't Xie Yujiao go?

Not to mention that the prince didn't even look at her, even if she entered the prince's mansion she could only be a concubine.

Rather than...

Xie Yuru was jogging along, holding the hem of her skirt. After seeing Pei Chen's figure clearly, she rushed towards him with her eyes wide open.

"Ouch."

Xie Yuru was knocked to the ground. She immediately lowered her head, revealing her slender white neck and the side profile she had tried to find many angles for. "My Lord, please forgive me. My Lord, please forgive me. Ru'er didn't mean to offend you."

As she spoke, she raised her eyes and looked over.

When he saw this, the smile froze on his face.

The person she bumped into was not the Marquis of Zhenbei at all. Before she was about to hit him, a personal guard stepped forward to block him.

She looked at the flushed face of the guard and the hand that was extended and not yet retracted, and her eyes turned red for a moment.

Pei Chen frowned, "Why is there no one with Third Miss Xie?"

Xie Yuru's eyes lit up, "Does the Marquis know Ru'er?"

Pei Chen's expression was serious. "Since Third Miss Xie has been adopted into the Xie family and is the Crown Princess's sister, she should have someone to serve and guide her."

This means making a fool of yourself in front of him.

If it were someone else, it would be a disgrace to His Highness and the Crown Princess.

Xie Yuru didn't understand Pei Chen's "warning" and "reminder" at all. Instead, she thought Pei Chen was concerned about her. She bit her lower lip lightly, revealing a look of grievance, "Madam..."

Pei Chen didn't want to listen.

He jumped on his horse and drove off.

Although Xie Yuru was interrupted, she was still a little shy.

Was the Marquis of Zhenbei just... concerned about her?

My mother said that she was pretty.

Zhenbei Hou must have fallen in love with her at first sight...

Xie Yuru raised the corners of her lips, raised her hand to smooth the hair on her forehead, her face full of shyness and anticipation.

The main courtyard of the Song family.

Zhang naturally discovered Xie Yuru's disappearance, but she was too lazy to care and even welcomed it.

Xie Yuru learned all the coquettish ways from her mother, who was born into a concubine's family. She found them dirty even at the sight of them.

While Xie Yuru was away, she said a few kind words to her daughter.

"Jiaojiao."

Zhang held Xie Yujiao's hand, her eyes reddened, "My son, you have suffered."

Xie Yujiao had just been pushed by Song Wenbo, and her lower abdomen was still aching slightly.

She was originally angry, but when she saw Zhang's red eyes, her heart softened a little, "Mom, you're here."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Come home with mother." Zhang said.

Although leaving Song Wenbo at this time would inevitably lead to being scolded, but...

"I won't." Xie Yujiao answered firmly, "How can I leave my husband? He and I have a child."

Zhang looked at Xie Yujiao's lower abdomen, with deep hatred in her slightly lowered eyes.

She wished she could kill Song Wenbo!

"Jiaojiao..."

"Mom, if you say that again, I'll be angry." Xie Yujiao frowned, "No matter what, I won't leave my husband."

"That's right." Xie Yuru also walked in from outside. "Madam, have you forgotten what your father said before you came?"

She came here just to keep an eye on Zhang.

Besides...she will be the wife of the Marquis of Zhenbei in the future, so how can she have a sister who is a divorced wife?

……

Prince's Mansion.

When Xie Yao woke up, she was in Xiao Ji's arms, her back pressed against his warm and broad chest.

Hard.

His big hand passed through her slender waist and landed on her chest.

As soon as Xie Yao regained consciousness, she noticed his fiddling...

She hurriedly struggled to break free from his embrace, her hoarse voice carrying a hint of pleading, "Your Highness."

But her struggle created a large gap between their bedding.

Her thin nightgown was already disheveled, and she was lying on her side, making her figure even more impressive, and she was clearly visible to Xiao Ji's excellent eyesight.

When Xie Yao saw Xiao Ji's eyes, she finally realized what was going on and quickly pulled the quilt to cover herself tightly.

She snatched away all of Xiao Ji's quilts...

Xie Yao's face flushed with anger after just one look. She quickly looked away and turned her back to Xiao Ji, "It's getting late, Your Highness, go change your clothes!"

Soon there was a rustling sound behind me.

Soon.

Xie Yao flew into the air along with the quilt.

It was Xiao Ji who leaned over and picked her up. He had already put on his undershirt and whispered to Xie Yao, "I will help the Crown Princess change her clothes."

Xie Yao refused.

Xie Yao's refusal was ineffective.

Xiao Ji finally stopped bothering Xie Yao and dressed her seriously. His slender fingers were very flexible.

He half-knelt in front of Xie Yao and tied her belt, his lowered brows full of seriousness.

The movements are very skillful.

Xie Yao looked at them and suddenly asked, "How come Your Highness is so skilled at wearing women's clothes?"

It seems like he has practiced it before.

Xie Yao regretted what she said. What she said... sounded like she was jealous.

Xiao Ji chuckled, tied his belt carefully, raised his eyes and looked at Xie Yao meaningfully, "It's all because of the Crown Princess's good teaching. If you understand it more, you will naturally learn it."

Xie Yao's face quickly turned red.

Xiao Ji he he he...

She glared at Xiao Ji and hurried out, "How come Your Highness has become such a scoundrel now?"

"Yes." Xiao Ji reached out and took her hand, then turned around and held her in his arms. "It's my fault."

"But I won't change."