Chapter Eleven: The Regent Who Almost Got His Ass Exploded

Xuen Yuan Che marry you, Humph! I’ll make him get his wish!” Saying this, he wore a disdainful expression, not putting Xuen Yuan Luo Chen in his eyes at all.To him, Xuen Yuan Luo Chen was just a litt...Following Su Ziyi back to the inn, as soon as we entered, we saw a maid kneeling on the ground with tear-filled eyes, holding onto her legs and sobbing uncontrollably. "Wuwu... Princess, you're finally back! You scared me to death! If anything happened to you, this servant would die a thousand deaths to atone for my negligence, wuwu..."

The maid cried so sadly, her tears and snot running all over Su Qingying's clothes.

Glancing disdainfully at the tears and snot on her clothes, Su Qingying twitched the corner of her mouth. She remembered this maid; she was her personal maidservant named Xi'er, exceptionally loyal to the original owner.

"Alright, alright, I'm back now, aren't I No crying, no crying." She tugged at the corner of her mouth and lightly patted Xi'er's trembling shoulders. "Xi'er, if you keep crying, your princess will starve to death. I haven't eaten anything all day."

"Oh! My foolish mind! Princess, please wait a moment, I'll go prepare your meal right away." Hearing that Su Qingying was hungry, Xi'er quickly wiped her tears and rushed to the kitchen.

Su Qingying looked at her fiery back and shook her head helplessly, a warmth spreading in her heart.

This girl is pretty good, she's very loyal, she likes it.

In the guest room, Su Qingying, after a satisfying meal and a warm bath, sat down at the dressing table with her round belly.

She hasn't had a good look at her own body yet, only knowing that she has moles, ugly enough to scare people. She needs to study those toxins carefully and see if she can find an antidote.

Sitting at her dressing table, through the blurry copper mirror, Su Qingying finally knew what she looked like.

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Very ugly!ress is the reigning princess If she were a princess, I would be the empress.""You, you...""Who do you think you are Show some respect to this young lady, or I'll sell you to a brothel! You'll see how...