The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Concubine Chen lazily got up and helped Emperor Xia Zhao to dress.

Emperor Xia Zhao half-raised his head, slipped his hands through the wide sleeves of his robe, and then took Concubine Chen's hand and squeezed it lovingly. He then asked Eunuch Fu, "Did that girl kneel outside the palace all night?"

Concubine Chen sighed, and Eunuch Fu lowered his brows, "Yes, I have tried to persuade her for a long time, but Princess Jinghe just refused to leave. She said she had suffered a great injustice."

"What couple doesn't quarrel? They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Tell her that I will give Shen Muchi an oral order to reprimand him. Let her go back."

"Your Majesty, the princess insists on seeing the Empress Chen."

Emperor Xia Zhao frowned in displeasure, lowered his head and touched his forehead to that of Concubine Chen: "Do you want to see her?"

Chen Fei's eyes were red, "Why did you choose such a thing that doesn't hurt people?"

"How could she be as lucky as you?" Emperor Xia Zhao's heart softened. "Go ahead and meet her. After all, she was raised by me. We'll have to meet in the future. It doesn't hurt to know."

The Concubine Chen knelt down gratefully: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Emperor Xia Zhao helped her up and said, "You and I are husband and wife, why are you talking about thanking her? Please persuade her to calm down. Prime Minister Shen is a pillar of the court. It's not good for these trivial matters of children to be known to the whole city."

"Yes." Concubine Chen lowered her head, acting very obediently.

"I'm going to court." Emperor Xia Zhao loved her weak and helpless look so much that he could never get enough of looking at her and loving her enough. He leaned over and kissed her for a long time before reluctantly leaving.

The Concubine Chen waited until the people had left for a long time before she lowered her voice and said, "Please invite the princess to the side hall."

As soon as Xiao Yue saw Concubine Chen, he knelt down in front of her.

She knelt at the gate of Jujiu Palace all night, her face was so cold that it turned pale and blue, almost bloodless. Her hair, soaked by the wind and snow, stuck to her scalp, and her face was covered with blue and purple scars. She shivered uncontrollably, like a withered lotus.

Her long eyelashes were dotted with tears. She couldn't speak, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or because she was so excited, but she could only sob softly.

The Concubine Chen sighed and dismissed everyone: "All of you go out."

There were only two people left in the huge palace.

Xiao Yue knelt down with tears in her eyes, hugging the Princess Chen's robe: "Mother!"

"Ah! I raised you like a treasure, but you were treated so badly by Shen Muchi. Hurry up and let your mother take a good look."

"Mother, I miss you! Mother! My brother has a younger sister, and he doesn't love me anymore. The Shen family thought I had lost your protection, so they tortured me to death. Mother, I thought I would never see you again in this life! You are so blessed, please save me!"

There was laughter in her crying and tears in her laughter. She was wandering between extreme sorrow and extreme joy. Heaven and hell were only a few slaps away.

She had tasted this before, and she couldn't lose her support.

The Concubine Chen is the last straw.

"Silly child. I raised you. If I don't feel sorry for you, who else should I feel sorry for?"

Zheng Yunlan held the handkerchief and wiped her tears gently as she did in the past. "How can Xiao Ji be so partial to one and unfair to the other?"

When the King of Nan'an was mentioned, Xiao Yue burst into tears:

"My brother is partial. He has Ah Wan and doesn't want me anymore."

The charcoal fire in the hall was as warm as spring in March, and the mother and daughter held hands and expressed their longing for each other.

Coming out of Jujiu Palace once again, Xiao Yue's eyes became cold and determined.

Through the clear sky, she seemed to have rolled in the mud and then stubbornly came back to life.

My mother is right. We must hold our own destiny in our own hands.

From today on, she is no longer the Xiao Yue of the past.

Whoever makes her life difficult, he can forget about having an easy life.

*

A few days passed in a flash.

Sang Wan practiced archery and studied medicine during the day, and went to see King Yun at night.

Baili Xi kept his word and got his own personal bodyguard to sneak into Prince Yun's mansion, so he had someone to look after him.

What's not good is that the dosage of poison in Yunwang Soup is getting higher and higher.

"It seems like she doesn't want you to live through the New Year." Sang Wan said with a half-smile, "Why, Zheng Jinzhi's life is life, but yours isn't? Your mother is really biased."

"It has nothing to do with my mother." Prince Yun was very independent despite his young age and was not bothered by her:

"It's already difficult for her to protect Brother Jinzhi. The emperor won't let me live. He has his own children, and my existence is superfluous."

"You are quite insightful." Sang Wan rubbed his eyebrows.

"At this dosage, you won't survive New Year's Day. This is a fake death drug. When the day comes, take it and I'll take care of the rest.

There is still half a month left.

"Okay. Thank you for your hard work." King Yun gathered the medicine in his sleeves and

"If it's convenient, please tell my mother so that she won't be too sad and hurt herself."

"You are such a filial son." Sang Wan touched his head.

Prince Yun immediately dropped his pretentious demeanor and said with a bitter face, "You touched me again."

"That's right, a child should act like a child. Don't always have a stern face like your brother."

Sang Wan blurted out, immediately sensing something was wrong: "It's annoying."

"Do you miss him?" Prince Yun squinted.

"I didn't." She turned and walked away. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to see the King of Hell sooner."

Prince Yun laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, take care."

"Who is your sister-in-law?" Bang, a sleeve arrow hit the wooden pillar behind King Yun and penetrated three feet into the wood.

King Yun pulled out the arrow from his sleeve, and his eyes changed from playful to gentle.

*

Xiaoshun was waiting outside Prince Yun's mansion.

"Master, are you okay? Why are you so angry?"

"How can you see in the pitch dark?" Sang Wan felt strange.

"No need to look, your momentum would make people within a hundred or eighty miles retreat."

Sang Wan patted his shoulder and said, "Alright, kid, you've improved since I started following you. You've become more talkative. Let's go to the ghost market to find Yan Hong. Don't waste time."

"Okay. Don't you want to notify Commander Baili?" Xiao Shun asked.

"He's on duty tonight, and he'll come to pick me up later."

Sang Wan felt that it was just an opportunity to ask about Yan Hong's identity, no big deal.

The ghost market is only open on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Today is the first day of the lunar month, so don’t miss this opportunity.

The two of them flew over the eaves with their lightness skills and disappeared into the night one after the other.

After putting on the mask, Sang Wan crawled down into the well and found that today's ghost market was even more lively than the last time he came.

Before she could even move forward, she was pushed forward by the crowd behind her.

"Hurry up, there's no money to shoot sheep in front of you. If you hit the target, you will get paid!"

"The city lord said, if you hit the target with an arrow, you will get ten taels of silver!"

"Really? There's such a good thing! Hurry up and go!"

Seeing her being pushed away, Xiao Shun immediately caught up with her and held her back: "Master, I feel something is wrong today."

The lights in this dungeon seem to be brighter than the last time.

At the winding and rugged intersection, the Ghost Market guards with swords were standing in an orderly manner. These people looked like martial artists, wearing uniform clothes. They should be the bodyguards of the Ghost Market Lord.

Sang Wan just took a few glances and calculated in his head that there were about a hundred people.

"What's going on tonight? Why is there so much noise?"

She felt a little strange and couldn't help but follow the crowd forward.

The crowd surrounded the stall of Baibu Chuanyang in three layers, and Sang Wan could see nothing but the sea of ​​heads.

"Master, look."

Xiao Shun pointed to the air where three iron cages were hanging.

Sang Wan was stunned. "Three sheep."