C7 (2/2)

So it was because of this hidden disease.

However, this was also good, as it allowed her to act out today's scene a little better.

”Alright, rub your head.” Qiao Linjian was patient. She spoke in a usually coaxing tone as her slender fingers gently caressed her ink-like thick black hair.

The man under her narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, occasionally rubbing his hand against hers.

”I like it, I like it.” He cleared his throat.

After the routine of ”calling for a bed”, Qiao Liangjiao sent someone to sell peanut, melon seeds, and small stools. She glanced at the city gates indifferently, then walked with the group of people to a nearby inn.

It was only when all the ministers had gathered at the entrance of the palace, waiting to open the door and enter the morning assembly, that they took slow steps and dragged their untidy clothes along with them.

”Hey, look, that isn't Big Lady Qiao …” ”Cough cough, Miss Qiao?” The sharp-eyed people started to shout from afar.

Soon after, a group of people ran over and surrounded the man and woman. When they clearly saw the man's appearance, their eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

”Seven seven seven seven seven … Seventh Prince? ”

”Heavens, is it really the Seventh Prince? Even he couldn't escape …”

”Oh, my heart, Seventh Prince was unexpectedly taken care of by this female hooligan …”

Qiao Liangjiao had long since gotten used to the term 'female hooligan', and was even a little proud of it.

With a proud smile, he caressed her clean face and asked, ”Do you love me?”

”Love you, love you!” He cleared his head like a pug and rubbed Qiao Liangjiao's arm, waiting for her to praise him.

”Good girl, I love you too.” Qiao Liangjiao scratched her clean nose.

This scene!

This plot!

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They recalled the attitude they had towards Qiao Liangjiao yesterday morning, it was just like watching a thriller.

”This Qiao Liangjiao must have poisoned the Seventh Prince, right?”

”Poison? ”I don't think so. I heard there's a Gu in the East Country that will …”

”Really?”

”Terrifying, truly too frightening …”

As they discussed, one of the men had already grabbed a handful of mud paste from the ground and placed it on his face. Zhou Zheng's face, which could be considered as his own, instantly turned pitch black.

He was afraid that this number one female hoodlum in the capital would target him and attack him!

The maid who had been sent to inform the Seventh Marquis' Mansion had already returned. Behind her was a large group of people. It seemed that more than half of the Seventh Marquis' Mansion had already dispatched their men.

Qiao Liangjiao opened her big mouth that had been painted black, smiling as she hugged her waist that had been cleaned up and turned around.

Hong Liang, who was in the lead, had a look of shock on his face. Even the old wet nurse behind him found it hard to conceal the surprise on her face.