a play.A man embraced a beautiful woman sitting in the main seat, while those serving underneath dared not even breathe, their eyes fixed on their own palms."Qing Wan, this grape is very sweet. Try o...Rourer stumbled and climbed to Feng Liye's feet, crying, "Master, please have mercy on our young lady!"

"The princess can't eat anything every day, and she won't drink medicine either. She keeps vomiting. The princess doesn't sleep well. The princess... the princess's body can't bear much anymore."

Chu Weiyun was still crying, her whole body trembling.

"It's Rou'er's fault, it's Rou'er who deserves to die. Rou'er heard that the princess' carriage wasn't so bumpy, and Rou'er was bold, wanting to borrow the princess' carriage for a while."

She kowtowed to Feng Liye, blood still oozing from the corner of her lips, her clothes stained with blood.

This look, it's heartbreaking.

"It was Rou'er who deserved to die! But, the County Princess truly can't hold on any longer! Please beg the Young Master for mercy, and give the County Princess a chance to live."

Feng Liye gently pushed Chu Weiyun and handed her over to the doctor.

He walked toward Chu Qingge: "Lend them the carriage."

"I won't lend it!" Chu Qingge's answer was so resolute!

No one expected that the Ninth Princess would be so stubborn in front of the Crown Prince.

Feng Liye didn't expect it either.

Now that things have come to this, she still dares to charge at him in front of everyone!

His face turned icy cold in an instant.

The icy Cold River was even more chilling, with a whistling wind. Just one glance could completely drop the temperature around it.

Qiao'er, who was standing behind Chu Qingge, was so scared that her legs went weak and she almost knelt on the ground!

The young master is truly angry!

After all, with all the soldiers watching, for the princess to defy him like this, what face would he have left

"Princess..." Qiao'er cautiously, gently tugged at Chu Qingge's clothes, "Princess, we...we don't want the carriage anymore."

Qiao'er didn't want to see the princess and the young master fight.

Although she found it hard to swallow, she was even more afraid that the princess would get hurt.

But unexpectedly, Chu Qingge remained standing straight, coldly returning Wind Liren's gaze.

"I said, 'No!'"

"You dare!" This woman, she is so fearless!

"My carriage, why should I let you take charge You're protecting that woman, lending your thunder to her."

Chu Qingge not only did not back down, but even took a step forward, facing him head-on!

The person before you is the War God Prince, who shakes the entire Chu State!

The brothers' hearts tightened, a knot of nervousness they couldn't explain. Yet, for some reason, at this very moment, they almost felt like cheering for the Ninth Princess.

It's incredibly impressive.

However, she provoked their young master...

Brothers, each of them had a complex mix of emotions—excitement, nervousness, unease, and turmoil.

I admire a woman for having such courage, yet I'm also afraid that the prince will really be angry.

Moreover, it seemed like the young master was already angry.

Feng Li Ye coldly glanced at Chu Qing Ge, her eyebrows lacking warmth, with a hint of disdain passing through them.

"Take her things."

A flavorless tone, yet, so undeniably convincing!

"You!" Chu Qingge's palm tightened, the true qi she had practiced last night inadvertently surged up.

On the edge of her lips, there was a hint of sweetness and metallic tang.

But she pressed down hard, refusing to let her blood surge outward.

Otherwise, she would definitely spit blood in front of everyone!

"Princess!"

"I'm fine!" She glared coldly at the wind, who was forced to accept her command and carry her things out of the carriage.

At last, the blood pressure at his lips finally went down.

She only walked over, coldly looked at the wind, and whispered: "Things belonging to this princess are taken by this princess herself, get out!"

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