armyinform Chapter 1611 The adoptive mother who was cannon fodder in the true and false Jinwen 52
Chapter 1611 The adoptive mother who was cannon fodder in the true and false Jinwen 52
Seeing the prince's polite and distant appearance, Wen Qingmu felt a sharp pain in her heart and a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it and replaced it with an aggrieved expression.
She gritted her teeth and said with a hurt look on her face: "Your Highness! How could you do this to me?" Her voice was trembling and resentful, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Prince, "...?"
The prince frowned slightly, with a puzzled look on his face, not understanding why Wen Qingmu said that. He was silent for a moment, and replied calmly: "If Miss Wen has nothing to do, I will go back."
After saying this, the prince didn't want to get entangled with Wen Qingmu anymore, so he turned around and prepared to leave.
Looking at the man's departing back, Wen Qingmu's heart was filled with despair and unwillingness.
Now everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion knows that she is just a concubine's daughter. She must find a backer for herself so that those people will not look down on her...
Wen Qingmu bit her lips tightly and looked at the man's back with a firm look. No! She must marry the prince! Only if she becomes the prince's consort will her mother pay attention to her again!
Thinking of this, Wen Qingmu decided to take action.
She took a deep breath, quickened her pace, and threw herself directly at the man, trying to hug the prince from behind.
However, just as she was about to touch the prince, he suddenly noticed unusual movements behind him.
His eyes suddenly became sharp and his body reacted quickly, moving quickly to the side.
The next second, there was a muffled "thump" sound, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound in astonishment.
Looking down, I saw Wen Qingmu lying on the ground in an extremely awkward position, with his arms and legs spread out, not moving at all.
There was a deathly silence in the air, as if time had stood still.
The prince looked at Wen Qingmu indifferently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible coldness.
He said softly, "Miss Wen, please walk carefully."
Then, he turned and left without hesitation, leaving Wen Qingmu lying on the ground alone.
Wen Qingmu, who was lying on the ground, slowly raised his head, his face flushed with shame and anger.
She glared fiercely at the direction where the prince left, and cursed with gritted teeth: "What are you still standing there for! Help me up!" She yelled at the dumbfounded maid standing aside.
The maid shrank back when she was yelled at, and when she came to her senses, she quickly helped Wen Qingmu up from the ground.
The two men left the Prince's Mansion in embarrassment.
On the way back, the powerful plot made her meet Xiao Nanjing.
At this moment, looking at the man in front of her covered in blood, Wen Qingmu frowned, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes. She was about to have him dragged away, but the next second, she noticed that although the man's clothes were tattered, they could not hide the luxurious fabrics. Her eyes flashed, and she asked someone to put the man on the ground into the carriage.
After carefully wiping the dirt off the man's face with a handkerchief, Wen Qingmu looked at that handsome face, and his originally irritable mood suddenly became cheerful, "It's him..."
When Xiao Nanjing opened his eyes again, what he saw was the pure white bed curtain above his head. A gust of wind blew, and the bed curtain fluttered in the wind. This scene looked very much like a mourning hall.
Xiao Nanjing, "......!"
He frowned and sat up from the bed. In the process, he accidentally pulled the wound and his face turned pale for a moment due to the pain.