C8 suicide (1/2)

Prime Minister Zuo spoke earnestly and thoroughly, showing a father who loved his daughter dearly. However … Who is the Seventh Prince?

Six wives had died on the wedding night. Which family would be willing to marry their daughter to him?

If it wasn't for the emperor's decree, who would be willing to send their daughter to her death?

She had a sweet smile on her face. Although there were still scars on her face, she wasn't that ugly. She looked at the Prime Minister and said, ”Father, don't worry. Your daughter will marry without worry. She will definitely not make things difficult for father.”

Mu Ru Yue was currently too obedient, causing Prime Minister Zuo to be stunned. After all, the Mu Rong Yue from yesterday looked as though she could eat a person at any time. He really had a deep impression of her.

However, Prime Minister Zuo heaved a sigh of relief when he thought about it.

Now, all he had to do was wait for Mu Ru Yue to marry the Seventh Marquis and hand over the Phoenix Seal so that she could marry the crown prince and become his consort.

Currently, the emperor's body was getting worse and worse, but the position of the crown prince did not change at all. Clearly, this was the future emperor. After getting on the Crown Prince's boat, who would worry about not having a good day?

When he thought of this, the Prime Minister felt that everything was worth it.

The betrothal gift had been delivered, and they had seen the man. After these people left, Murong Xi, who had been hiding behind them all this while, slowly walked out.

Her face was still wrapped in bandages as she looked at Mu Ru Yue with a sinister expression. ”I haven't congratulated elder sister and am about to become an imperial concubine.”

When Mu Ru Yue heard that, she raised her brows slightly. ”Many thanks little sister. I still have to congratulate little sister. Even if I have ruined my appearance, I can still become the Crown Prince's consort.” After saying that, Mu Ru Yue turned around and left.

”You!” Murong Wanru was so angry that he was almost about to die.

Just as he was about to argue, he was stopped by the Prime Minister's wife, ”Little girl, don't be rash. Remember, no matter how arrogant this woman is, she still has to die. After all, no one can survive in the Seventh Marquis Estate. ”

The Prime Minister's wife's tone was very cold, but her words were very cruel.

When Murong Xi heard this, she gave up. ”When she dies, I want to feed her to the dogs!”

”When the time comes, I'll depend on you for everything.” The Prime Minister's wife comforted him.