After returning from the mass grave, Sang Qingrou was already physically and mentally exhausted, and she was already tired of coping with Sang Xiaoxi's questioning.

She didn't want to say a word, and opened the door.

"I have nothing to explain, much less to say. If you want to ask anything, go directly to King Chen, don't bother me. ”

"Sang Qingrou ......"

"Sang Xiaoxi, don't forget, who came to me with the courage to tell me that I don't have to worry about anything. Now you say that you want me to help you become the princess of Shangchen. No matter how much patience I have, you've run out of fun, and I'm not in the mood to play with you. ”

Sang Xiaoxi snorted coldly: "You admit it now, what you planned at the beginning was how to get close to King Chen." Whatever you say to us, it's your expediency. ”

Sang Qingrou found that it was very hard to communicate with her. No matter how much she does, in their eyes, she is always trying to achieve her ulterior goals.

Since she has done good deeds, she will still be said to be a wicked person, so what else is she doing as a good person.

It turned out that she still felt that Sang Xiaoxi was a reasonable heroine, but now, she was in it, and she suddenly felt that her originally optimistic character no longer existed, and she had become a very unreasonable and disgusting woman.

Sang Qingrou couldn't bear the irritability in her heart, and her tone was a lot worse.

"Whatever you think, I'm too lazy to explain. I'm really tired and just want to take a shower and get some sleep. Please get out!" she said, not giving Sang Xiaoxi a chance, she directly dragged people out of the house and bolted the door with her hands.

Now, her world is truly pure.

Sang Xiaoxi stood at the door and slapped the door several times, but Sang Qingrou did not respond.

One or two hid it from her, and if she could ask the reason from King Chen, she wouldn't have come to ask her.

Sang Qingrou is a wolf ambition at all, she has never been settled, it was the prince who was confused by her, so she had a delusion.

"Sang Qingrou, do you think that if you put such a hat on my head to help the people, I will be grateful to you? Even if you save my life, I will never give in to what should belong to me. ”

From childhood to adulthood, all the good things in the house belonged to the eldest sister, and she could only stand in the corner forever, looking at others with envy.

At that time, she never understood why there was such a big gap between the treatment of herself and her eldest sister when she was also her father's daughter?

Is it really so important to be a concubine and a concubine?

She is unwilling and always wants to do her best and let her father see the good side of herself. In order to get her father's praise, no one knows how much she paid.

However, Sang Qingrou didn't have to work hard at all, she could easily get her father's favor.

That's the gap they were born with!

She could tolerate everything in the past, but this matter is related to the happiness of her life, and she must not give in.

The person in King Chen's heart is her, and she has the qualifications to compete. She is a concubine, and she doesn't want her children to be like herself in the future, and she can only stand in the corner for the rest of her life, waiting for the favor of others.

Only when she sits in the position of a wife can she completely change her fate.

She clenched her fists and told herself that she couldn't stop there.

At the moment, she and King Chen only have some minor conflicts temporarily, and everything will be fine after the epidemic has passed.

Sang Qingrou, she won't have a chance.

Separated by a wall, Sang Xiaoxi was thinking about how to make herself stronger and no longer let others ride on her head. And Sang Qingrou was just thinking about how to get through the difficulties in front of her and how to make herself live safely to the end.

She stayed in the hot water, and the whole person slowly relaxed and gradually calmed down.

Just now, she couldn't control her emotions, but I was afraid that the conflict between her and the protagonist had increased.

When she saw Sang Xiaoxi, she could clearly feel the fire in the other party's eyes.

She just wants to be an assist, but helplessly, the more she helps, Sang Xiaoxi seems to still hate herself.

Could it be that she really can't break the confinement of the story line, and she has to turn her face with the heroine and fight to the death before the story comes to an end?

This is Sang Qingrou's fate, can't she change it?

"Sang Qingrou, you have to remember, stay away from Ouyang Shuo, won't there be no hatred?"

She sighed, she didn't mean to appear in front of Ouyang Shuo. Thinking about it carefully, more often than not, it was he who appeared in front of him inexplicably, and he couldn't hide no matter how he tried to hide.

Even if she is with other men, she will still be seen by Ouyang Shuo.

Is this what is called fate?

Thinking of this, Sang Qingrou felt a headache and simply got up from the water. After changing into clean clothes, she was a lot more sober.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, looking at the scar on her face, she was even more depressed.

's good face was made like this, in the future, how can she go to play with her little brother when she is free?

Could it be that when she returns to the real world, the scar will still follow her?

Thinking of this, Sang Qingrou collapsed on the table and wailed: "Ah! Why is my life so bitter! Who will save me!"

As soon as she finished shouting, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Sang Qingrou was stunned, could she be so spiritual! Her life-saving benefactor was called by herself?

"Who?" she stared at the door, and only a knock was heard outside, but no one answered.

Sang Qingrou asked again, but no one answered, just knocked on the door.

She had no choice but to get up and open the door, with a lot of impatience in her tone.

"Who the hell is it?" she was in a bad mood, and when she met someone who knocked on the door and didn't make a sound, she thought that when she opened the door, she would beat him up.

Who knows, it was Ouyang Shuo who was standing at the door.

"How are you?"

"Can't this king come?"

Sang Qingrou had just finished taking a bath, her long hair was scattered, revealing a different kind of lazy beauty. As soon as the wind blew away, revealing the scar on her face, Ouyang Shuo subconsciously frowned, remembering the sword she had blocked for herself.

The more you get in touch, the more mysteries there are about this woman.

She should be the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, why are there so many weird things?

Even her mother, the Jin family, is an official eunuch and never touches these strange things.

Where did Sang Qingrou learn this skill?

Before and after, how many secrets does she still have that she doesn't know?

Curiosity kept calling him to seek the truth, and so, here he was.

Without waiting for Sang Qingrou to invite him in, Ouyang Shuo had already taken the initiative to sit in her room. Sang Qingrou looked at him angrily: "I didn't let you come in to sit, this is my temporary boudoir, lord, it's not appropriate for you to come in like this, right?"

"This king and you are married, and even if anyone sees it, he will not dare to say anything. Besides, don't you want to have something to do with this king? Come and sit down, this king has something to say to you!"