"Thank you, Your Highness, for not exposing the concubine's bitter scheme." Cen Mu condensed on Zhuang Chenchen's body, and his voice was weak.

She knew that she couldn't hide it from Zhuang Chen, and she didn't plan to hide it from him at all. So before he opened his mouth to question, he confessed to him. "At that time, the assailant broke in and stabbed Mrs. Xilianghou to death in front of me. I don't ...... at all It's too late to stop. And since there is no movement outside the door, and he has never attacked me, the only purpose is to blame! ”

Zhuang Chenchen lowered his head and looked at her eyes that couldn't be opened because of her serious injuries: "So you take off your belt, fix the dagger between the cabinets, and then crash into your body." ”

"Yes." Cen Mu nodded neatly: "Only by hurting yourself from the back can you get rid of suspicion." ”

Zhuang Chenchen frowned: "You know that something will happen, why do you want to pester Mrs. Xilianghou and give others a chance?" ”

That's the dumbest thing about her.

"Your Highness......" Cen Muning sat up straight with some difficulty, and the wound in her back hurt like a tear. She bit her lip and endured it, and said for a long time: "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, even if I don't pester Madame, can the person behind me let me go?" ”

"So you're so daring!" Zhuang Chen's tone was slightly cold: "I dare to use this king." ”

Cen Mu Ning looked at the cold and deep light in his eyes, like a huge whirlpool. She had no strength to struggle and escape, only to be consumed by his darkness. "The concubine is guilty, but she has no choice but to do so."

"Hmph." Zhuang Chenchen hugged her as if holding a dying cat.

The carriage was jolting violently, and her body swayed uncontrollably, and she was weak.

"You want revenge so much, why don't you enter the palace?" Zhuang Chenchen is still somewhat curious. "The closer you get to the storm, the easier it is to see the truth. Nest in the king's mansion, I'm afraid I will wronged you. ”

"Nope." Cen Muning glanced at him, his strength became weaker and weaker, and his voice was as light as a mosquito flying by. "Only His Highness can save my life, no one else can."

She looked at him and closed her eyes slightly. The raised head hung down instantly, and he didn't react when he hit his chest.

Zhuang Chenchen shook her sword in disgust, and found that she had lost too much blood and passed out, so she had to hold it like this. "It's stupid!"

Outside the carriage, Qingli kept shedding tears, regretting that he was useless and almost killed the princess.

But that's Princess Kechun's mansion, it's a banquet set up by the princess, who dares to make trouble there and make a fuss?

"Qingli, why are you going?" The coachman exclaimed.

"I'll go get justice for the princess." Qingli jumped out of the carriage, and before he had taken two steps, he was hit by something in his back knee and fell to the ground. "Master, they are deliberately harming the princess, if the slave maid doesn't ask for an explanation, tomorrow, there will be rumors in the entire imperial city that the princess killed Mrs. Xilianghou with her hot hands!"

"Get in the car." Through the curtain, Zhuang Chen's commanding tone was particularly majestic and irrefutable.

Qingli had no choice but to get up and get into the car.

How could Zhuang Zhenchen not know the thoughts of those people. But he would never let those people get their way.

What is slightly comforting is that although this woman is stupid, she has the courage to stab herself at the critical moment to save the situation, and it is not hopeless.

You can use her as bait to catch big fish!

"Heal the princess well." After returning to the house, Zhuang Chenchen handed her over to Qingli and hurried back to the study.

Looking at the back that was leaving without nostalgia, Qingli couldn't understand how much the master cared about the princess.