Chapter 810 (2/2)

The princess's house was in a deep silence.

Princess Rongxin sat on the throne and sneered.

How could she not see that her nephew had such a skill!

Xie Jingxing clearly looked at Shen Miao differently two years ago, and later became king Rui. Princess Rongxin thought that, with Rui Wang's identity, no matter how much Xie Jingxing favored Shen Miao, it would be impossible for him to have a life with Shen Miao. I didn't expect that Xie Jingxing had this ability, or he got what he wanted!

In the afternoon, Princess Rongxin got the news and went into the palace to meet emperor Wenhui. She knew that emperor Wenhui would not marry Shen Miao for no reason. She insisted on knowing the reason. Wenhuidi still respected her sister, so she told Princess Rongxin about the future of longqumai.

Princess Rongxin couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She just felt cold on her back.

That beautiful youth, always smiling called her ”Rong Yi” youth, and the memory of the appearance is very different, now Xie Jingxing, is full of strange breath. He can stay dormant for a few years in order to get what he wants, and finally he will get what he wants. Domineering posture, aggressive means, ruthless threat He's more of a leader.

Princess Rongxin was afraid.

She did not know whether she should tell the identity of Xie Jingxing to Emperor Wenhui.

Even if told, nothing will happen. Since Xie Jingxing dares to come, he must be well prepared.

However, it can at least let the people of Ming and Qi know Xie Jingxing's face, instead of saying ”young talents who died young” all day long.

Princess Rongxin thought for a while, but the picture of her childhood came to her mind. She did not go out all day long, and had little contact with people. Even the servant girls did not allow them to come into the house at night. At that time, it was the birthday of her husband's son-in-law's sacrifice day. She was so cold that she could not get up the next day. Xie Jingxing, who was five years old, brought hot porridge from the small kitchen and fed her spoonful by spoon. She also took a small stool to sit in front of her bed and read poems to her.