What do you mean by "just seeing how good you were to her before"?

How did he treat her well before? Isn't it all about how you want to rub and how you want to treat?

Anyway, the people of the Rao family didn't dare to say anything, compared to his dignified Xun Wang, no one in the entire Rao family could stand up for her, and there was no one who was willing to stand up for her.

He has never cared about her, and has always come according to his own wishes, and there are not many people in the capital who know this.

But why is it that now, so many people say in front of him that he used to be kind to her?

Zhan Mijiang couldn't figure it out—but he vaguely took it for granted.

He drank the wine from his glass, then filled himself with another glass.

Forget it, anyway, even if she was really good to her before, I guess there are other reasons.

Maybe it was to protect Qi Yishu, so he deliberately created the image of a good husband?

Zhan Mijiang couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly when he thought of the word "good husband".

It was not until the third watch that the palace banquet ended.

Zhan Mijiang drank very well, but he kept drinking sullen wine, and he was a little drunk at this time.

He pressed his temple and got into the carriage, and when the carriage was about to leave the palace, he suddenly remembered: "Uncle Wang." ”

Uncle Wang, the housekeeper who came with him, immediately bowed down: "Lord Wang." ”

Zhan Mijiang's head was still a little painful, he didn't raise his eyes, but just lightly ordered: "Find someone to go to the palace tomorrow to ask if Concubine Hui is sick." ”

Otherwise, she knew that it was a celebration banquet prepared for him this time, why didn't she show up.

After saying this, he turned around and went back to the carriage, and naturally he didn't see the surprised expression on Uncle Wang's face.

Concubine Hui has a great relationship with the royal palace, and Uncle Wang was often instructed to check on Concubine Hui's situation before.

But later, Concubine Hui died.

The prince also knows about this.

The eunuch who came to the palace to spread the word said that Concubine Hui was seriously ill, so she died, and Uncle Wang was worried that his prince would be angry, but he didn't expect that after hearing the news, the prince's writing hand just paused, and then it was like he had never known this person, and he continued to do what to do.

Why did you suddenly talk about Concubine Hui again today?

Uncle Wang was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only drive back to the palace with a stomach full of doubts.

The palace was quiet, and Zhan Mijiang rubbed his eyebrows and skillfully walked all the way in the direction of the princess's bedroom.

He waited until he reached the bedroom door before he stopped.

…… How did he get here?

Zhan Mijiang looked at the closed door and turned around to go back to the study.

Just then, the door behind him opened.

As if he didn't expect someone at the door, the person who opened the door exclaimed quietly and involuntarily took two steps back.

Zhan Mijiang turned his head.

The little fairy's eyes were a little red, probably because she had just cried alone, and there were tears on her face at this time.

She was not squeamish, and no matter how hard he was tortured, she just bit her lower lip and refused to say a word.

But later, someone took her hand and led her into the sun little by little.

The cold cold on the body is warm, and the bitter mood is also filled with sweetness.

She lowered her tight shell and faced him with the softest part.

Then he began to paint scars on her soft heart with impunity.

Zhan Mijiang unconsciously took two steps forward, and she raised her head.