After Reincarnating, an Evil Consort Only Wants to Torture Scums - Chapter 591

   Chapter 591 596:

  Lu Xiang switched hands for support, and said casually, “I won’t go.”

“Don’t go?” A burst of screams sounded, Meng Yixiang looked at Lu Xiang in disbelief, her bright face was as stiff as a stone: “Why? Your Highness ordered, does the third lady know the consequences of disobedience? ?”

  Is she crazy?

   It’s so straightforward that I can’t say it.

From Meng Yixiang’s point of view, Lu Xiang’s being favored by Chu Jinyan and marrying as his concubine is a blessing in eight lifetimes, and he should be careful to win the favor of the eight princes all the time to protect his hard-won reputation. Parts, not so complacent and aloof.

  Does she think that the imperial decree has been issued, so she can make her petty temper vainly try to let the eighth prince coax her.

  Hmph, what a naive woman.

  Lu Xiang didn’t know what Meng Yixiang was thinking in his heart, if he knew, he might laugh out loud.

  She married Chu Jinyan, and she was never a careful attachment, a flattery.

   “I don’t know.” Lu Xiang looked at Meng Yixiang who looked shocked, with a slight arc on the corner of her mouth, and said lightly: “Ms. Meng may as well let me see it.”

  Meng Yixiang’s stiff expression was like a dried stone statue, as if it would be cracked every inch of it in the next moment.

  Lu Xiang’s gaze was very gentle, but Meng Yixiang only felt that layers of coercion fell on her body suffocating her breath, and her heart was beating loudly: “Slave… I don’t dare!”

   “Has Miss Meng finished? If you finish, then walk slowly.” The bright order to chase away guests was like an invisible slap on her face, making Meng Yixiang’s face reddened with blood.

  She moved her lips and wanted to say something, but under Lu Xiang’s heavy eyes, she couldn’t utter a word, so she could only say “resignation” dryly, and then subconsciously glanced at Ah Man.

   It’s just that Ah Man didn’t know what he was thinking, her beautiful eyebrows were almost twisted into a pimple, and she didn’t even see Meng Yixiang’s eyes signaling to her.

  Meng Yixiang choked on the fragrance, so he gritted his teeth angrily and left.

  She got into the carriage with a livid face, feeling resentful and apprehensive in her heart. She didn’t even handle such a trivial matter entrusted to her by His Highness. I don’t know what His Highness thinks?

   But it’s clear that Third Miss Lu doesn’t know what’s good and what’s wrong, and His Highness would be annoyed by her arrogance, so it’s best to feel disgusted by it, and see how she can get a foothold after marrying into the house.

  She has been with His Highness for more than ten years, and Miss Lu has only known His Highness for a long time. The relationship between her and His Highness is unmatched by others.

  Thinking of this, Meng Yixiang felt a little better.

  Lu Xiang switched hands for support, and said casually, “I won’t go.”

“Don’t go?” A burst of screams sounded, Meng Yixiang looked at Lu Xiang in disbelief, her bright face was as stiff as a stone: “Why? Your Highness ordered, does the third lady know the consequences of disobedience? ?”

  Is she crazy?

   It’s so straightforward that I can’t say it.

From Meng Yixiang’s point of view, Lu Xiang’s being favored by Chu Jinyan and marrying her as a concubine is a blessing that has been cultivated in eight lifetimes, and she should be careful to please the eight princes all the time to protect this hard-won reputation. Parts, not so complacent and aloof.

  Does she think that the imperial decree has been issued, so she can make her petty temper vainly try to let the eighth prince coax her.

  Hmph, what a naive woman.

  Lu Xiang didn’t know what Meng Yixiang was thinking in his heart, if he knew, he might laugh out loud.

  She married Chu Jinyan, and she was never a careful attachment, a flattery.

   “I don’t know.” Lu Xiang looked at Meng Yixiang who looked shocked, with a slight arc on the corner of her mouth, and said lightly: “Ms. Meng may as well let me see it.”

  Meng Yixiang’s stiff expression was like a dried stone statue, as if it would be cracked every inch of it in the next moment.

  Lu Xiang’s gaze was very gentle, but Meng Yixiang only felt that layers of coercion fell on her body suffocating her breath, and her heart was beating loudly: “Slave… I don’t dare!”

   “Has Miss Meng finished? If you finish, then walk slowly.” The bright order to chase away guests was like an invisible slap on her face, making Meng Yixiang’s face reddened with blood.

  (end of this chapter)