Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Meng Dongliang's hand fell on the maid's chest and grabbed it, his legs tightly clamped her, his head rested on the maid's thin shoulder, and his warm breath brushed past her ears.

Meng Dongliang whispered, "Do you know who I am? I am the Crown Princess's uncle, and I will be the Emperor's uncle in the future."

"If you are willing to follow me, one day you will be the noble wife of the emperor's uncle, enjoying endless wealth and glory, and you will no longer have to do these rough and tiring jobs."

His hands never stopped, and kept wandering on the maid's body. His nose was close to the maid's delicate neck, sniffing the faint body fragrance, his eyes full of greed and desire.

The maid felt the restless hands wandering on her body, her heart was filled with fear, her body was shaking violently, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Please, sir, let me go, please, sir..."

Meng Dongliang smiled contemptuously, but his hands did not stop moving, instead they became more and more wanton.

"My niece has the final say in this Prince's Mansion. You can scream as much as you want, even if you scream your throat out, no one will come to save you."

Feeling her clothes being untied bit by bit, the maid's eyes were instantly filled with fear.

She struggled with all her might, her cries filled with endless despair: "No... please, sir, let me go..."

At this time, Qinglan had just led his men into the yard when they heard the maid's terrified cry for help.

Her eyes instantly became solemn, and she didn't even bother to identify the identity of the person in the house. She ran into the house.

As soon as she entered the room, Qinglan saw the maid being bullied, and the anger in her heart was instantly ignited.

She didn't care about the identity of the person in front of her, and rushed forward, grabbing Meng Dongliang's evil hand with one hand.

When Meng Dongliang saw a beauty who was a few points prettier than the maid in his arms, his eyes suddenly lit up. He saw the beauty took the initiative to grab his hand, but before he could feel his passion fluttering.

A sudden sharp pain suddenly struck his wrist, and he couldn't help but let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"what--"

Qinglan grabbed Meng Dongliang's hand and twisted his wrist with a little force.

At the same time, her other hand quickly stretched out and pulled the trapped maid behind her.

Afterwards, Yan Hong brought several maids who had hurried over and hurried forward, gently draped a newly taken thin blanket over the frightened maid to protect her.

The maid was trembling all over until she saw the familiar face beside her. Then she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had survived a disaster, and sobbed aggrievedly on her companion's shoulder.

Meng Dongliang was in so much pain that tears came out. He didn't care about the appearance of the person in front of him. In anger, he spoke without thinking and cursed loudly: "Where did you come from, you maid? How dare you attack me? I will let my eldest niece kill you!"

"Hmph, if you kneel down obediently right now, kowtow to me and beg for mercy, and then serve me wholeheartedly and to my satisfaction, I might consider sparing your life."

Qinglan's face was cold and there was anger in his eyes.

She stared at Meng Dongliang's distorted and ugly face, and a strong murderous intent surged in her heart. She wished she could execute this shameless man on the spot.

But he regained his senses and realized that the person in front of him was extraordinary. He could only suppress his anger and turn around to leave with the person.

He held his hands in his hands, glared at Qinglan's receding figure fiercely, and said with gritted teeth: "You dare to leave? I tell you, you are dead. I will go find my eldest niece and ask her to kill you!"

Qinglan was worried that the remaining maids didn't have the martial arts skills to protect themselves, so she simply took them all away.

Worried that the thin blanket would make the maid stand out, the group went to a nearby courtyard and changed clean clothes for the humiliated maid.

Afterwards, Qinglan took people to find the Crown Princess.

When Meng Tingyue heard the whole story, the book in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and her eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent.

"Meng Dongliang, how dare he take action openly in the Crown Prince's Mansion!"

Meng Tingyue felt an indescribable regret in her heart because she had not explained this man's character to Qinglan in advance.

If Qinglan hadn't returned in time, Xiaoque's innocence would have been ruined...

Qinglan knelt on the ground, her face full of regret, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left Xiaoque alone in the yard. Please punish me, Princess." After she finished speaking, she slammed her forehead against the ground with a dull sound.

The other maids also knelt down, their voices filled with tears as they pleaded in unison: "Please, Crown Princess, help Xiao Que."

Meng Tingyue's gaze fell gently on Xiaoque. The girl was sobbing softly, with heartache in her eyes.

"I understand. This is my mistake. I will definitely give you an explanation."

After she finished speaking, she continued, "Yanhong, take Xiaoque down to have a good rest. I will transfer her to my yard in the future."

"As for the rest of you, there's no need to go to the West Garden. I will send a few guards and servants to serve you."

Several people were grateful and bowed and retreated.

Meng Tingyue's gaze focused on Qinglan again.

"You should get up too. If you hadn't arrived in time, Xiao Que would have been in great danger. Although you have failed to fulfill your duty, it is understandable and there is no need to blame yourself too much."

Qinglan's face was filled with self-blame. "If it weren't for my inconsiderateness, Xiao Que would never have stayed here alone, let alone encountered this unforeseen disaster..."

She and Yan Hong went together to do what the Crown Princess had instructed.

She was responsible for instructing the maid, and Yanhong was responsible for taking people to pack up.

Since there was no one in the yard, Xiao Que volunteered to stay, and then...

Thinking of this scene, Qinglan felt even more sad and kowtowed to the ground again, as if to relieve the burden in his heart.

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes and looked at Qinglan, sighing softly.

Given Qinglan's personality, this incident will surely leave an indelible shadow in her heart. Without proper punishment, Qinglan will be tightly bound by the shackles of guilt and will be unable to rest day and night.

"Go down and get ten boards yourself."

Upon hearing this, Qinglan instantly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took the order.

When Qinglan went down to receive the punishment, Meng Dongliang came to her and cried, covering his painful hand.

"Niece, you must take charge of this for me. There's a wicked servant in the mansion who's bullying his superiors and even broke my hand."

Meng Dongliang's arrival was beyond Meng Tingyue's expectation.

But his shamelessness and distortion of right and wrong really broadened her horizons.

"How did that cunning slave bully my uncle?"