The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 771: How can the deposed prince compare with the little prince

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"You don't dare to bare your teeth?" Zhong Zhiheng said coldly, "When you were smothering the little prince to death, did you also think so? Did you also think that you would never dare to bare your teeth at me?!"

"I have nothing to do with the death of the little prince! I would never do such a vicious thing! I just went to Changchun Palace to visit the little prince. At that time... At that time, my sister Hui Fei was tired. Taking a nap, I didn’t disturb Concubine Hui’s sister from her nap. I just took a brief look at the little prince and then came back. It was only later in Yanxi Palace that I heard the bad news of the little prince’s death. Long live the death of the little prince and I This concubine has nothing to do with me!" Mrs. Zhao's face was full of panic. While grabbing the hem of Zhong Zhiheng's dragon robe, she kept defending herself, "Long live my lord, how dare I attack the prince! What's more, the little prince is still dissatisfied. How could I possibly do something to an infant in just one month! Although I may not be a kind person, I will never do such a vicious thing. Long Live the Lord knows this!"

"If you had said this to me before you framed Ming Wei, I would be willing to believe you. But, this is not the first time you have attacked my prince," Zhong Zhiheng said coldly. , while casually throwing the handkerchief on the small table, he said, "You dare to attack even the emperor's legitimate son, let alone the prince who is just a rough palace maid. I'm afraid you have been holding back for a long time. Are you going to put him to death?"

"How can the deposed prince compare with the little prince? The little prince is very popular with the Long Live Lord, and my concubine, who is a concubine, naturally loves him very much," Mrs. Zhao explained hurriedly, "the deposed prince has such a background. There is a world of difference between the unknown prince and the little prince. Over the years, Long Live Lord has been concerned about the reputation of the Xu family and that immoral bitch, so it is hard to make a move. This concubine also did this to help Lord Long Live vent his anger... Ah!"

"Bang!"

Before Zhao could finish her words, a slap was slapped **** her face, and with a scream, she suddenly collapsed to the ground like mud.

"I never knew that you were so considerate. Knowing that I wanted to catch Ming Wei's shortcomings, you helped me eagerly. You are truly a virtuous wife who is second to none," Zhong Zhiheng coldly took the hand. Holding her lips, she took the handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood on her hands, while looking coldly at Mrs. Zhao who was squirming on the ground, and then said, "It's just Xin'er, I'm afraid you forgot, I'll beat you into the palace." From the first day, the Queen Mother has taught you that the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, otherwise it will be a dead end."

"Wan, long live my lord, I am... all for you, always..." Madam Zhao climbed over to Zhong Zhiheng with difficulty, half of her face was swollen, and her teeth were all swollen. Two pills were knocked off, and her voice was extremely slurred at this time. She stretched out her hand and tremblingly grabbed Zhong Zhiheng's boots, and coughed up a large pool of blood. She gasped for a long time before continuing. He said, "For so many years, I have always been... always caring about Long Live Lord. No matter what I do... it is all for Long Live Lord. Long Live Lord, I am your person in life, and your ghost in death... ”

Zhong Zhiheng lowered his head, looking at the trembling hands stained with blood that grabbed his hem, and looking at a faint scar at the tiger's mouth. For a moment, he felt a little sad in his heart.

With such a pair of fair and slender hands, she once changed his clothes and combed his hair, washed his hands and made soup for him. She was just a noble girl from the Zhao family, how could she know how to cook? Therefore, Mr. Zhao, who was cooking for the first time, had such a scar on his hand. Zhong Zhiheng did not think about whether the sixteen-year-old girl knew how to be scheming and whether she was playing tricks. He was really distressed at that time. Not only did he order Mr. Zhao From then on, he was not allowed to go out to the kitchen, and he even turned over Zhao's brand for a whole month.