C33 The Right Princess (1/2)

Noticing Jiang Qiran's uneasiness, Seventh Madame hugged him and sighed. ”Princess Consort has some matters to attend to outside, so she might not have finished yet. Your father is very busy too, so he can't go help her. Princess Consort might delay a little longer …”

As Seventh Madame spoke, her eyes reddened.

She was no fool. Just now, she had seen from Yang Qiuyu's attitude that she would definitely not let the news of Mu Zhihuan's death reach Jiang Zisu's ears.

After all, if anything happened to Mu Zhihuan outside, she would be able to legitimately become the imperial concubine of Prince Li's estate.

”A period of time... How long? ”Ran Er misses her mother.”

The little blob tilted his head and pursed his lips, looking very unhappy.

Being questioned, Seventh Madame trembled. She clearly knew in her heart that if Mu Zhihuan was really in an accident and didn't have any external help, it would be very difficult for her to return home.

Sighing, Seventh Madame's tone was filled with unease. ”It's just …” ”A few days, just wait a little longer. The wangfei will definitely come back.”

An inexplicable numbness suddenly came from her shoulders. Mu Zhihuan twitched her body, and the numbness moved to her stomach.

He reached out his hand and patted it. ”Ran Er, stop it!”

Following that, however, Mu Zhihuan felt a gaunt and delicate feeling in her hand, a completely different feeling from the soft and tender feeling in her own little ball.

Mu Zhihuan abruptly opened her eyes and saw a wrinkled orange peel face.

Subconsciously curling her leg towards that person's body, Mu Zhihuan fiercely kicked him, causing her to tumble and crawl to the corner of the wall. She looked at that terrifyingly skinny man warily.

”Who are you!”

The man cried out in pain and rolled on the ground before finally standing up.

Just as he was about to get angry, he saw the panic on Mu Zhihuan's pretty face and immediately suppressed his anger.

”My surname is Wang, and my name is Dan. I'm your future man.”

Future man? Mu Zhihuan couldn't help but feel disgusted as she looked at his sunburned teeth as well as his emaciated appearance.

”Ugh …” You... Stay away from me! ”

Seeing Wang Dan walking over in a wretched manner, Mu Zhihuan fearfully scurried to the other side of the stone room as she glared at Wang Dan.

”Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you now. If you want to have a son, you have to choose a good day. I'm just here to see you.”

Although that was what Wang Dan said, his gaze was as if he wanted to skin Mu Zhihuan alive.

”That evil woman of mine said you had a son. I thought she was an old woman. I didn't expect her to be so pretty …”

As he spoke, Wang Dan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

That disgusting appearance caused Mu Zhihuan's back to turn cold. ”You …” ”Why do you want your son to not let your wife have a baby?”

”That woman of mine, after so many years, she has finally decided to lay an egg!”

Wang Dan's tone was filled with dissatisfaction. However, when she turned to look at Mu Zhihuan, she began chuckling.

”But don't be afraid. As long as you give birth to my son, I will absolutely not treat you unfairly. With how good-looking you are, it would be a shame if you were to die.”

After hearing those two words, Mu Zhihuan couldn't help but tremble. ”You …” ”You like me?”

Mu Zhihuan suppressed the disgust in her heart and slowly put it down as she walked forward. She asked in a probing manner, ”Do you think I'm good-looking?”

When Wang Dan saw her acting like this, the corners of his mouth curled up to the point where it almost reached his ears. ”I like it, I like it, and my face is also really tight. It's a hundred times better than that wicked woman's!”

Seeing him act this way, Mu Zhihuan's eyes turned and her nose twitched. Her eyes turned red from being wronged.