C12 I ask your highness to make a decision

"Director Zhang, it's inside. Not only did the wangfei break the vase bestowed by the empress, she even tried to steal something!"

A rough and hoarse voice came from outside. A group of people quickly rushed into the warehouse, and a sturdy looking woman followed behind a fat middle-aged man. She looked at Murong Ling with a face full of pride.

"Esteemed wangfei, the general director's here. Why aren't you admitting your wrongs?"

Murong Ling closed the box and placed the broken vase on the ground. It was hard to tell if she was happy or angry, "Exactly who smashed the vase, do I need to remind you?"

However, thinking that the general director was right beside her, she immediately had the courage to retort, "You obviously wanted to steal something, so I went up to stop you. Not only did you injure me, you even intentionally threw me on the Bogu shelf, ruining the vase that the empress bestowed upon me. You can't blame anyone!"

No matter how people looked at him, he seemed to be a kind and kind person. However, Murong Ling felt that this person was not simple, although he restrained himself well, he was still a martial arts practitioner.

After hearing her complaints, his expression finally turned serious. "Esteemed wangfei, is what she said true?"

Murong Ling laughed, "This concubine was gifted to me by the Your Majesty, to actually call it stealing when I was taking things from my own warehouse. Chief Eunuch Zhang, do we still need to report this to your servants when Master takes things from you? "

Zhang Mingde's expression did not change, but old woman Qian's face stiffened. He was in charge of the warehouse, and had stolen many things from it on a daily basis. He had long treated the warehouse as his own, so how could he be willing to share with an outsider like Murong Ling?

Thinking of the broken vase on the floor, her face immediately broke out in a cold sweat. She looked at the man beside her for help. "Manager Zhang ?"

"You are too kind, Consort Wang. As the master of the house, you naturally have the right to take things from the storage room, but the things inside were bestowed to you by the Your Majesty and the empress. You have to report this to the prince."

Before Murong Ling could say anything, he made a decision on his own, "Zhao San, go and ask the Duke about it, tell him that the Royal Concubine wants to use the things in his warehouse and ask the Duke for a decision."

A male servant with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks answered and immediately ran out.

Seeing manager Zhang's wise decision, Mrs. Qian immediately regained her spirit. Although the prince was silly, he couldn't be fooled. He never allowed anyone to touch his things. This woman had only been inside for less than a day.

Old Lady Zhang and the other servants also looked forward to watching a good show. They only had to wait for her to be humiliated by the prince and see if she still had the courage to shout and shout in the Prince's Mansion in the future.

Murong Ling's face sank. Although Prince Qin had treated her quite well today, she couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't stand on her side.

"Princess, I advise you to give up. The things in the storehouse belong to the Prince. Don't you still have a dowry? You can live a frugal life and never starve to death."

Seeing that her expression wasn't good, Zhang Zi immediately taunted her. She shot a disdainful glance at the pile of junk, causing the rest of the servants to also burst out in laughter. They were servants of the Prince's Mansion, so they had never seen anything good. That pile of dowry was truly unbearable to look at.

Murong Ling only glanced at them indifferently and did not say a word. The servants who were originally ridiculing them immediately let out sounds as if someone was holding them by the throat. It was just a normal glance, but it made them feel like they were lying in a mountain of corpses.

Zhang Mingde who was in the middle of flipping through the thumb ring focused his eyes. Why would the young miss who was spread around in the outside world have such a strong killing intent?

The storage room fell into a strange silence, until Zhao San ran back, panting and breaking the deadlock. "General director, the prince replied. He said, he said ?"