"... yes." the old nun got up and walked slowly to Shen Zhiying with a broken face.
She whispered, "Sakura, follow your mother."
Then the old nun stretched out her hand.
Shen Zhiying raised her head and looked at the old hand in front of her.
Those apricot eyes were full of blood, and their eyes were in a trance.
Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and knocked off the hand in front of her. She shouted, "get out of here! You're not my mother! I don't have a mother like you! You don't deserve it!"
Shen Zhiying's mood collapsed, and the gentle and virtuous image she created in the past no longer exists.
Shen Zhiying's hand was very strong. The slap exhausted her strength and made a clear sound.
The old nun held her red hand and stared at Shen Zhiying.
She couldn't believe it. She said, "Xiao... Xiao Ying..."
Her daughter even said she was under Jian?
"Enough!"
Shen Jifeng said coldly, and his firm face was covered with frost. "Shen Zhiying, you are also a famous talented woman in the capital. Call your mother Xia Jian. Who taught you this!"
Shen Zhiying trembled. She bit her lower lip hard and forbeared.
She held her hands, lowered her head and looked embarrassed.
If she looks around like nothing, she feels ashamed, angry and embarrassed. She knows that Shen Wanqing is looking at her, and the man she admires is looking at her indifferently.
They are laughing at themselves!
Mrs. Shen stood up gently, patted the back of Shen Jifeng's hand and comforted him gently.
Shen Jifeng's gloomy face was finally better, but it was still scary.
An iron man galloping on the battlefield sank his face at the moment, and the terrible murderous spirit also came out, which made people tremble under their feet.
Shen Zhiying was also a little afraid, but Mrs. Shen on Shen Jifeng's side still looked flat. She held Shen Jifeng's broad palm.
In a gentle voice, he said to Shen Jifeng, "don't be angry. Save your anger and spoil your body. Isn't that what you often say to me?"
Shen Jifeng pursed his thin lips and didn't speak. His facial features were firm and cold.
Then, Mrs. Shen looked at Shen Zhiying kneeling on the ground, and her gentle eyes became a little indifferent.
She didn't like Shen Zhiying. After what she was just doing, she didn't like her even more.
"You go," she said to the old nun.
The old nun endured the sadness in her heart and said to Mrs. Shen, general Shen and Shen Wanqing: "thank you for your forgiveness, thank you..."
Shen Zhiying panicked, shook her head and was full of resistance, "no... you can't drive me away!"
"Prince... Prince..."
Shen Zhiying whispered and suddenly stared with blood in her eyes. "I'm the future crown princess. If you drive me away, how can you explain to the crown prince and the emperor!"
Listening to Shen Zhiying's threats, Shen Jifeng and others were indifferent.
"Explain?" Shen Wanqing played with Gu Jinyan's slender fingers and opened his mouth lazily.
Hearing Shen Wanqing's voice, Shen Zhiying suddenly turned her head like a ghost. Her eyes were fierce and terrible.
She clenched her teeth and stared at Shen Wanqing.
Shen Wanqing looked still plain, lazily raised his eyes and hooked his mouth, "I believe the emperor should not punish us for changing the crown prince for the civet cat. The so-called marriage will naturally be over."
"Otherwise..."
Her light brown eyes slightly narrowed and hissed, "is it difficult for me to marry?"