Wang Yarong shook her head and struggled hard, but her physical strength was too low.
Let alone getting out of the trap, she couldn't even move in the end.
She could only stare at the Seventh Prince with eyes full of hatred and gritted her teeth.
"Wang Yarong, you don't really think you are a princess, do you?
Don't forget what you are, a merchant's daughter.
If this prince hadn't seen you as having some use, you would be where you are today.
You'd better listen to my words now. , in this way, when the big thing is done, this prince will still remember some of his past feelings and will not treat you badly.
If not, you should also know my methods.
Don’t forget it. , your Wang family still has a blood feud that you haven’t avenged, and the sixth prince who designed to bring you to such a situation, don’t you even want to take revenge?”
Wang Yarong was said by the seventh prince, both soft and hard, her eyes almost burst into flames, she stood up He stretched his neck, trying to stiffen up, but in the next second he had difficulty breathing because the seventh prince tightened his hands little by little, and his veins popped out, so he could only kick his legs.
"You have no escape route now.
All you can do is listen carefully to what I say, otherwise haha" The seventh prince slowly loosened Wang Yarong's hand and looked at her panting heavily with resentment and fear.
In the end, he lowered his head and started crying, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
"Please advise Qiao Yiran.
You and my Highness share weal and woe.
If there is no good outcome for this Highness, you will not have a good end either."
The seventh prince left these words without even looking at Wang Yarong.
Door.
Wang Yarong beat the ground and cried, sobbing non-stop The spies of the fourth prince reported on everything that happened in the seventh prince's house.
They were so detailed that An Qing felt as if he had witnessed a big fight with his own eyes.
"My father is now critically ill, and the Seventh Emperor's younger brother has become impatient now that he has been forced to do so.
The drama is about to begin.
Are you ready, my queen?"
The fourth prince sat next to An Qing, stroking her.
With long hair, he smiled faintly.
An Qing was stunned for a moment, then her face started to burn.
She clenched her fingers slightly, turned around and looked at the fourth prince who had been staying next to her recently, stood up and stamped her feet in shame: "What are you talking about?
Who cares?"
I still want to be your queen.
You have to speak your mind.
Can you not touch me?
You are already here with me."
"Now it's a critical moment.
I can't leave the capital.
There are spies everywhere in the capital.
But here, I don't think anyone would have thought of it.
Of course, what's more important is that my father-in-law has agreed to my proposal of marriage, even the betrothal gift."
It's due, it's reasonable for me to be here."
The fourth prince was not angry at all, but looked at An Qing with a smile on his face, and whispered into her ear, like a lover's murmur.
"Princess, the seventh princess is back."
Qiao Yiran went out to train troops.
Wang Yarong came to the door.
Qiao Quan followed Qiao Yiran's previous instructions and came directly to An Qing.
"So fast, I thought she could hold on for a while, she just got bored."
An Qing curled her lips, dropped the melon seeds in her hand, followed Qiao Quan downstairs as an excuse, and took the opportunity to avoid the man who made her blush.
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The fourth prince whose heart beats.
"This temperament, oh, it's really lovable."
The fourth prince looked at An Qing's back, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he sighed softly.
A subordinate of a certain prince, seeing his master's confession like a loyal dog, decided to hide himself silently, because he could not see where An Qing's so-called lovable temperament was.
As expected, the gap between him and his master was huge.
He needs to be sad in silencetgt ttrgt: