At the gate of Yuhua Terrace, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak!
In the early days, everyone thought that the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion was an ugly girl with a strange mark from her mother's womb, but after a long time, the eye-catching "fire" birthmark on her forehead has completely disappeared. She usually dresses in a low-key manner, and rarely wears this kind of overhanging and fairy-like dress. Today, at first glance... she is so beautiful!
In the capital, Zhongli Yuyan and Dongfang Lingxi used to be called the number one beauty.
Now... Dongfang Lingxi has one arm broken and is still under house arrest in Zhaoyang Palace, while Zhongli Yuyan has been named a goddess, but she has become a servant by His Majesty's side. Everyone knows what she is up to. Nobody wants to mention it. But the originally inconspicuous third lady of Xiangfu, the ghost king's ugly concubine, suddenly became beautiful like this!
Dongfang Jing didn't want to dress like this, but what can I do? ! Murong Qianjue tore her clothes to pieces, and most of her spare clothes were placed in the side hall. This skirt was cut out of the white silk she had in the house just now!
I didn't put much effort into making it, I didn't expect that this pale white dress, placed in the harem with alluring colors, would immediately stand out.
Emperor Ning's eyes narrowed involuntarily, and a trace of surprise and... admiration flashed across his face.
Yes, everyone has the love of beauty.
Any lustful man in the world should react to such a woman!
Dongfang Jing felt Emperor Ning's scorching gaze, she couldn't help but frowned, and looked sideways at the Imperial Forest Army guarding the gate, "Brother, what did you just say, my palace is infected with the plague, and there is a rash on your face, which one of you Eyes see?!"
"Yes... it's a rash!" The guard's voice trembled slightly, he glanced at Zhongli Yuyan, and immediately calmed down, "Princess Gong was infected with the plague three days ago, when the rash appeared, our brothers all saw it." Yes, you say, don’t you?!”
"Yes... yes." A group of Yulin soldiers followed suit, and today they must destroy the Yuhuatai in one fell swoop.
"Oh?" Dongfang Jing narrowed her eyes, and then looked at the Eighteenth Prince who was hugged in the crowd. Although the little baby was huddled in the swaddle, the red rash on the face spread out in large swaths, which could be seen at a glance. "So dare to ask this big brother, I got the rash three days ago, right?"
"Yes!" The guard nodded repeatedly, clenched his fists, trying to restrain the panic in his heart.
"Zhongli Wanyun! You were infected with the plague and deliberately entered the palace to murder the prince. What crime should you deserve?!" Zhongli Yuyan raised her voice and shouted coldly, "Although you are from my prime minister's mansion and my relative Sister! But since you have done such a rebellious thing, don't blame me for killing relatives!"
"Destroying relatives in righteousness, right?" Dongfang Jing sneered, "Elder sister, just destroy it! It's not the first time you've done this kind of thing. As a younger sister, you've already gotten used to it."
"You!" Zhongli Yuyan blushed with anger, and said through gritted teeth, "Zhongli Wanyun, you should think about how to explain it to His Majesty first! Even if you have a hundred heads, you are not enough to chop off the prince!"
"That's right!" The obsessed Emperor Ning gradually came to his senses after hearing Zhongli Yuyan's words, and looked at Dongfang Jing coldly, "Zhongli Wanyun, you should be punished for murdering the emperor's heir! The Eighth Prince will be buried with him!"