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"I want to see His Royal Highness."

Feng Qingying raised his head, and a long red line appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Feng Qingying, you are a person with a cheap life, what part of you is worthy of the Duke?"

Hearing the voice coming from the door, Feng Qingying seemed to be stimulated. The rope on his wrist immediately tightened and a low whimpering sound came from his throat.

The woman stopped three steps away from her, not concealing her hatred within her laughter. "You should give up. The Prince won't see you."

Zhu Yujin couldn't understand, his Feng Family had already declined, and since Feng Qingying was only a medicine jar since he was young, why would the Prince want to marry this sickly person into his family?

"Why?"

Feng Qingying's eyes turned red as he stared at the woman who was still smiling like a flower and called her big sister the day before.

"You can only blame yourself for being too stupid and not qualified to be the prince's first wife!" Seeing that she was unable to struggle free from the ropes, Zhu Yujin relaxed and walked forward a little, "Feng Qingying, your hands and feet are already of no use, so it's better not to take them. When you become a human, do you think that the Prince will look at you again? "

A dagger was thrown out from Zhu Yujin's sleeves and was held in her hands as she fiddled with it, her eyes filled with an unconcealable sense of pride.

Just as Feng Qingying wanted to say something, another mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat.

The blade slashed across Feng Qingying's wrist, the intense pain allowed her eyes to regain some clarity, and she bit her lips.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I'll wait for the flesh on my body to rot into pieces, right? Feng Qingying, the person who is unlucky enough to become the consort of a duke should end up like this, you can't blame me for that. "

Let's see how long you can hold on.

"Hahaha …"

Feng Qingying suddenly laughed sinisterly, "If you want me to die, you are not qualified!"

Zhu Yujin was startled, but before he could react, he saw Feng Qingying struggling free from the rope and pulled out a hairpin from his head.

"Ah …"

Zhu Yujin screamed as the blood on her face dyed her palm red. She trembled uncontrollably and her dagger fell to the ground with a crash, "You … "You bastard, what did you do?!"

"Nothing, I'm just telling you the rules of being a concubine."

The sorrow on Feng Qingying's face no longer existed, he wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth.

When she woke up from this body, she knew she had transmigrated.

Yesterday was her wedding night. Not only was she unable to see her husband, she was also trapped by a secondary wife in her new room, causing her to lose her life.

This secondary wife, Zhu Yujin, was born a concubine, and relied on her being the empress dowager's niece. She had always treated herself as a principal concubine in the Prince Regent's Palace, and had flaunted her worth quite a bit.

If it wasn't for her intentionally feigning weakness to confuse him, she would have died today.

Zhu Yujin never thought that Feng Qingying would still have such good skills from being so ill, and the ruthlessness in her eyes, was completely different from the weak woman that was rumored to be.

"Feng Qingying, I'll fight it out with you." She did not care about the pain on her face, and immediately pounced towards Feng Qingying.

Feng Qingying nimbly dodged the attack, causing Zhu Yujin to miss. She, whose center of gravity was unsteady, fell to the ground, in a sorry state.

"Is it fun?" Feng Qingying laughed coldly, and stepped on Zhu Yujin's chest.

It was extremely painful to step on wedding shoes with red soles, hard soles, and heels.

Zhu Yujin's chest was in extreme pain, and he couldn't help but curse, "You slut, you haven't even entered your room on the wedding night, and you still want to be a wangfei? You should have died earlier. "

"Zhu Yujin, I don't care how despotic and tyrannical you were before in the Duke Palaces. Remember, from today onwards, I am the wangfei and you are the side wangfei. You better behave for me, otherwise, the one who cannot beg for life or death will be you." She ruthlessly twisted her legs, her tone was indifferent, and her expression was arrogant.

Even in his dreams, Zhu Yujin would never have thought that Feng Qingying would actually be so tough. Not only did he scratch her face, he even dared to stomp on her.

She had underestimated Feng Qingying, so she would definitely remember today's humiliation and let Feng Qingying know who was in charge in the backyard.

"Feng Qingying, you wicked woman." Zhu Yujin continued to curse.

"It seems like the lesson you've received wasn't enough." Feng Qingying lifted his leg, and heavily stepped on Zhu Yujin's stomach.

"Ah …" Zhu Yujin screamed miserably, as if he had been stabbed in the abdomen.

"Zhu Yujin, do you remember now?"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Feng Qingying's clothes were thin and he couldn't help but shrink his body. The winter of Yan Kingdom was actually so cold.

She withdrew her feet and sat back down on the bed.

His body was indeed very weak, and he was tired after just a short while.

Raising his head, a handsome figure entered his vision.

His eyebrows were like swords, his body was like a jade tree, and his face had a sharp and handsome look. His pitch-black eyes seemed capable of penetrating the hearts of others.

He had a head of lush, black hair that was loose and elegant and unruly.

Even if Feng Qingying had seen a lot of handsome men in the army in his previous life, she had no choice but to admit that this man was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

"My prince, please save me!" Seeing Xiao Feimo appear, Zhu Yujin once again saw hope. He crawled up from the ground and roared, "This woman wants to kill me.

Xiao Feimo was expressionless. He only shot a cold glance at her, and his gaze landed on Feng Qingying who was sitting steadily on the edge of the bed.