Evil King's Favorite Consort/C4 Give me a bite to eat
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C4 Give me a bite to eat

"Daddy, give me a bite to eat, daddy ?"

Mu Qianyu suddenly stood up and pushed aside the servants who were dragging her away, she turned around and hid behind Xiao Chengyi, and directly shouted to her.

"Crown Prince, don't listen to this beggar's nonsense. You only know two sons in Zheng Family, and both of them are currently in the palace.

Afraid that the crown prince would be angry, Madame Wang immediately smiled and apologized.

Although she still hadn't figured out what was going on.

Mu Qianyu hid behind Xiao Chengyi, sticking her head out from time to time to peek at the situation.

When he saw Madame Wang standing out, he couldn't help but frown. He clenched his fists tightly, but he only relaxed for a moment.

He lowered his eyes, effectively hiding the emotions within them.

Xiao Chengyi, who had an indifferent expression, lowered his head to look at her, and after just a glance, he stopped looking and neither spoke nor moved. He stood there as light as ever, as if he was intentionally blocking Mu Qianyu's path.

The Crown Prince did not ask further, but Zheng Qingyao smiled: "I'm afraid she's really hungry, Your Highness should go in first, I'll get someone to give her some food, and give her some silver, so she can rest in peace."

Her smile was gentle, and her expression was gentle. She had an extremely virtuous and virtuous look on her face.

The crown prince nodded and his gaze landed on Xiao Chengyi, "Third brother won't go in?"

"It's not a big deal. I won't stay any longer. Let's invite the crown prince."

Xiao Chengyi shook his head indifferently. He did not enter the house and just left with Xiao Chen Jue.

Zheng Ji immediately led the crown prince into the house, but the women stayed behind.

"You are Qing Wan?"

Zheng Qingyao looked at Mu Qianyu, sizing him up.

"Big Sis recognized me?"

Mu Qianyu smiled and changed her previous pitiful look. She straightened her body and folded her arms, calmly leaning against a parasol tree in the courtyard and looked at her elder sister with a smile that was not a smile.

"Why did you come back, you slut?"

When Madame Wang heard about Mu Qianyu's identity, she could not help but be enraged.

I'm still Zheng Family's daughter after all. It's fine if you don't want me to live in the manor, but at least give me a bite to eat.

Mu Qianyu looked at Madame Wang with a smile that was not a smile, and a cold glint appeared in her eyes.

Even though she hadn't fully investigated the matter of that year, based on her memory, her mother must have been harmed by this old woman.

"Since you're back, you should know how your mother died. The Palace won't allow you to live, so if you know what's good for you, then hurry up and scram. Otherwise, don't ever show your face again in the Minister Mansion, otherwise don't blame me for not showing any mercy."

Zheng Qingyao reached out her hand to stop the furious Madame Wang, and stared at Mu Qianyu with blazing eyes, her expression cold.

So what if she came back? Could it be that with her status as the Crown Prince's Lateral Consort, she couldn't kill a little beggar?

"Yo!"

Mu Qianyu laughed, a very helpless laugh.

He could not help but shake his head, revealing a lazy look, "What does the Lateral Consort Empress want, kill me?"

"So what if I killed you, Little Slut!"

A sharp voice came from the side.

The one who spoke was a pink dressed lady, with a small oval face, long willow leaf eyebrows, and alluring almond-shaped eyes. It was the second miss, Zheng Qingran, from Zheng Family.

"Your mother was secretly burned to death in a house while having a date with another man. This matter is completely embarrassing for our Minister Mansion, even you don't know if it's a bastard or not, but you still have the guts to come back!"

Zheng Qingran was only one year older than Mu Qianyu, and had only reached the age of thirty this year.

Hearing this, Mu Qianyu frowned, a cold light shot out from her eyes, she raised the broken bowl in her hand and smashed it towards Zheng Qingran.

Ah!

Seeing the broken bowl in her hands smashing towards him, Zheng Qingran panicked and dodged, but in the end, she was unable to dodge, as the bowl smashed into her head, causing blood to flow profusely.

Zheng Qingran could not help but scream in pain.

"It's the opposite!"

Zheng Qingyao's eyes turned cold, and she roared: "You actually dared to hurt Miss Minister Mansion, why aren't you swinging your rod around!"

The servant immediately took out a stick to chase Mu Qianyu away.

Mu Qianyu was not stupid, she immediately ran.

As he ran, he shouted, "Incredible! Minister Mansion has killed people! Minister Mansion has killed people!"

She ran out of the yard in one breath. When she reached the street, she was still shouting. Suddenly, she attracted the attention of countless people.

It wasn't easy for him to reach a house servant who had gotten rid of his Zheng Mansion. However, he almost stopped in his tracks as he bumped into the person standing at the corner.

Seeing her pouncing towards him, Xiao Chengyi, whose clothes were already dirty, immediately took a step back and ordered his followers to hold her back.

"Why did you ?"

Being pulled, Mu Qianyu curiously looked up at Xiao Chengyi who was standing in front of him, and just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered her identity, and immediately laughed: "Greetings, Prince!"

The corner of Xiao Chengjue's eyes twitched when he stood at the side.

"Prince, I didn't intentionally offend you. I'm just a beggar. How would I dare to offend you? I didn't know your identity, so please forgive me."

Mu Qianyu bowed in apology.

Xiao Chengyi looked at her fixedly, and then raised his hand towards his follower.

Mu Qianyu's mind went blank. What was she trying to do, kill them to silence them?

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