The prince is very cruel

"It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad. A good girl is certainly popular, but a willful and bad-tempered woman may not necessarily be incompatible with a long-term relationship."

Yuan Xiang seemed to understand, blinking her long eyelashes a few times, and then suddenly asked: "Then, then, am I likable?"

Guan Ning looked at her straight and serious eyes and opened his mouth.

"It's pretty cute, actually."

"Although you are a little willful and don't know etiquette, I know you are kind at heart."

"Of course, it would be best if you could act more like a lady." He spoke cautiously and glanced at Yuan Xiang, who was dressed in a tight suit and had a ponytail. This girl hardly ever dressed up.

Yuan Xiang was silent, and unusually not angry, as if he had heard it.

"I go first."

"Not going out to play?"

"I'm not going out!"

"..."

Xingyang, which is less than a hundred miles away from Lingjun, is one of the richest places in the Central Plains and the base camp of the Xingyang Zheng family. It is an ancient riverbed with a long history and has produced many great figures.

Deep in the ancient Zheng family mansion, there were thirty-six servants in just one courtyard, and the entire mansion had at least hundreds of courtyards. It was so terrifying.

"My hand, my hand!"

"I'm ruined, I'm ruined!"

"Ah!!" A wild beast-like roar pierced the sky. The whole yard was silent, and everyone from top to bottom dared not breathe.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of smashing and smashing. Zheng Cheng, who had just woken up, was pale. He could not accept the fact that he was disabled and vented his anger like a mad dog.

Until Zheng Yuan hurried over.

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er!"

boom!

Zheng Cheng, with disheveled hair, fell on the bed, his eyes bloodshot: "Dad, you have to avenge me, you have to avenge me!"

"Ning Que and I will fight to the death!!"

Zheng Yuan's face was in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he hugged Zheng Cheng tightly: "Cheng'er, it's good that you wake up, it's good that you wake up."

"Even if you've lost a hand, you're still the pride of our Xingyang Zheng family. If anyone dares to talk about you behind your back, I'll wipe out his entire clan!"

"do not worry!"

"I will not let this matter go just like that!" He gritted his teeth and a terrible murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Dad, do it now!"

"I'm going to chop off that bastard's limbs and turn him into a human pig, only then can I relieve the hatred in my heart!" Zheng Cheng was hysterical, his facial features distorted.

"Cheng'er, wait a little longer. That guy is hiding in Ling County and has the protection of Prince Ping."

As he spoke, Zheng Yuan's cunning old face revealed a mixture of murderous intent, and suddenly he spoke with a tone that would shock the dead.

"Give me some more time to deal with Prince Ping first. By then, the entire Prince Ping's mansion will have to pay the price. I will definitely pay for your blood debt with blood!"

When these words were spoken, the top leaders of the Zheng clan were all shocked!

Want to move King Ping?

After hearing this, the crazy Zheng Cheng finally regained some sanity.

"Really?"

"Of course, I have already sent Yan Qing! In this world, no one can be an enemy of our Xingyang Zheng family. If there is, I will send them to hell!"

"Prince Ping is no exception!"

The cold voice had the arrogance unique to aristocratic families, was full of confidence and murderous intent, and echoed in the room, making people shudder.

"..."

Five days later.

Yuan Xiang didn't know what happened after her last conversation with Guan Ning. She suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth and never showed up again.

Guan Ning, who was worried about his safety, even asked the servants specifically, and only felt relieved after confirming that Yuan Xiang was in the palace and had not gone out.

He had three days of quiet time. Apart from helping Shengqi with some rehabilitation exercises every day, he spent most of the rest of his time with Tang Xianger, studying the "physiological structure of men and women."

In just a few days, Tang Xiang'er has completely transformed from a pure girl into a woman. Her skin is getting better and better, as if water can be squeezed out of it.

On the first day of December, winter arrived and the weather turned cold. The thin long gown had been replaced with two layers of brocade clothes, which were sewn by Tang Xiang'er herself and stuffed with cotton she had spun herself.

"Hahaha, there's such a thing?"