Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Zhaoyang took a step back, feeling horrified.

Sure enough, the previous news was correct, she was indeed exactly the same as the woman in Rong Li's painting.

Even more vivid and flexible.

She calmed herself down, still maintaining a high and mighty attitude.

I don't know what's going on mentally. She straightened her back, as if she was deliberately comparing herself to something.

"How come I didn't know that brother Rong Li also has a wife?" Her tone was a bit sinister.

"Brother Rong Li said that he did not marry a wife."

What she meant between the lines was that Yun Si was lying.

Yun Si smiled indifferently. Seeing that she ignored the tea she handed over, she naturally put it down and said lightly,

"Your Highness the Princess may have heard wrongly. How could my husband say that he has not married yet? I am the wife he is marrying, so I will admit it."

"." She was actually right, but how could Zhaoyang swallow this breath and admit her identity?

Although Rong Li said he was married, she sent someone to Rong Li's hometown to check.

Not to mention getting married, Rong Li has never been half a woman, and he is very stoic.

The people in the village made it clear that Rong Li had never married a wife, and there was no record of intermarriage in the government.

In this case, Rong Li was simply lying.

Looking at it now, it seems that Rong Li just found a random woman to pretend to be his wife.

Zhaoyang couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it.

"You said you are his wife, do you have evidence? Do you have any documents filed with the government?! Where are the witnesses and the officiant?!"

A series of questions came overwhelmingly, leaving no time for her to make excuses.

Zhaoyang was clearly prepared. With a wave of his hand, the guard holding the weapon immediately stepped forward, "If you can't answer, you will be charged with deception! Kill without mercy!"

"." The smiling woman in front of him moved her eyes.

He glanced at the drawn sword lightly, his posture remained calm and calm.

He pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

The butler who was dragged behind looked ashen-faced as he looked at this tense situation, and finished secretly.

The princess brought a group of people, and if they wanted to kill her, it would be easy.

Now that the adults are not around, naturally the princess is the biggest here.

I don’t know when the adults will come back.

The butler prayed secretly, hoping that the mistress would be happy for herself.

Just watch her walk up to Princess Zhaoyang, her cloak swinging and drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air.

The corners of her lips raised slightly, revealing a faint, slightly mocking provocation under Zhaoyang's obviously disgusted gaze.

She approached Zhaoyang, her red lips moved slightly, and her eyes flashed with meaning, "Your Highness, you may not know. Although the daughter of the people and Rong Li have not performed a wedding ceremony, they are already married."

"Now that it's a reality, then they are a real couple. Your Highness, why should you care about those false gifts?"

"You——" Zhaoyang's face suddenly changed from gloomy to dark, "You bitch——"

She raised her arm and slapped him hard.

Unexpectedly, Yun Si suddenly raised her hand and pinched her wrist.

He smiled slightly and met her gaze calmly.

In an instant, before Zhaoyang could get angry, a sharp pain came from her wrist, causing her to scream in pain.

The pain was as if someone had slashed her arm with a knife, as if her meridians were about to be crushed.

"You-" Her face turned pale, and her elbows were shaking with pain.