noffsinger Chapter 151 The Weak Wife of a Servant Is a Heartthrob 15
Chapter 151 The Weak Wife of a Servant Is a Heartthrob 15
Thinking of the lady's snow-white neck and black feather-like hair, she was wearing only two simple colors and plain mourning clothes, but she felt inexplicably dry in the mouth.
Shuhe could hardly walk just by thinking about it, and even wanted to go back to see his wife again.
Although the princess doted on her, there was always a layer of distance between them and she was unwilling to let her live in the princess's mansion, not even for a short stay on weekdays.
Shuhe looked back reluctantly at the magnificent Princess's Mansion. No one knew that such a beauty was hidden inside.
Shuhe felt like she was holding a treasure and wanted to tell others about it, but she was reluctant to tell others because she was afraid that others would covet it.
She let out a breath and looked at An Jun, her eyes full of determination.
"Princess," her personal maid called out worriedly.
"But where does it feel uncomfortable?"
Ever since she got on the carriage, the princess has been gasping for breath and her face is red, which is really strange.
"It's okay. Oh, by the way, take out the batch of Liuguangjin that the palace gave me before. I will give it to someone in a few days."
Send someone?
The maid was full of doubts but dared not speak. That piece of cloth was the princess's favorite, and she usually didn't let anyone see it. Who was she giving it to?
But she was just a servant, and although Princess Shuhe appeared to be kind-tempered, she was actually a moody and extremely difficult person to serve.
She didn't dare to ask any more questions and just nodded.
Seeing that she was well-behaved and obedient, Shuhe nodded with satisfaction.
She was now obsessed, her heart and eyes filled with that lady. Not to mention a piece of brocade, even if the lady wanted her life, she would be willing to give it.
She used to think that those talented men from aristocratic families were very vulgar and only loved to compose poems and songs to win the favor of noble ladies.
Her mind is now filled with the same thoughts as those people, thinking about giving all the good things to the person she loves, that is, Mrs. Wen.
Thinking of this, she felt unhappy again. Shuhe was immersed in her own world and sulked to herself.
I always feel that Wen Jing took advantage of someone's misfortune and married the beauty away early.
She knew nothing, but then she thought again, Wen Jing must have done everything.
Has anyone already tasted the snow-white color in the crossed collar? Has anyone already seen the slender fingers, especially the pink color at the knuckles?
Shuhe was almost driven crazy by her own imagination. She gritted her teeth and tried to comfort herself by telling herself not to argue with a dead person.
But she couldn't suppress the sourness in her heart. Shuhe thought she might be sick, so she put her hand on her forehead and it was warm.
There was a dizzy feeling that forced her to do something.
She gritted her teeth and grabbed the maid's arm tightly, tightening her grip until her nails were almost digging into the flesh.
The personal maid frowned and dared not say anything more.
It took her a long time to calm down, and then she returned to being the dignified and gentle lady she once was.
"Okay, let's go back to the Duke's Mansion first. There are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said. I think you know that."
The personal maid nodded. Although she was used to Shu He's behavior, it was the first time she was threatened.
Her life and property were in the hands of this princess, so she naturally didn't dare to say much, but the princess was too cautious.
She really didn't know anything. She just followed the princess to the outside of the courtyard and didn't go in.
What does Madam Wen look like to attract the princess like this?
Even she had this question in her heart.