Aunt Zhao was so angry that she wanted to step forward and strangle An Xia, she suddenly felt that An Xia was intentional.
Every time An Si came to see An Xia, something went wrong.
Thinking about this, Aunt Zhao's heart sank. While looking at An Si's left cheek that was deeply scratched, she bit her teeth bitterly. Her daughter seemed to have been ruined.
Not long after, a doctor woman was sent from the palace to bandage the wound on An Xia's hand, and even gave An Si medicine. She also promised that An Si's face would not be scarred, which made Aunt Zhao rest assured.
"Miss, how are you?" Hong Ye looked at An Xia on the couch, rolled her eyes and asked. At this time, she should really be stupid if she doesn't know her own lady's ability.
"I'm okay." An Xia was no longer sick, and shook her head: "Aunt Zhao has gone?"
On this day, Aunt Zhao was guarding in Ansi's yard, and she did not leave for half a step. She was afraid of An Xia.
These things happened before and after, and Auntie Zhao divided it into detail. If everything has something to do with An Xia, this An Xia is really terrible, and Aunt Zhao has to guard against.
"Not yet." Hongye shook his head: "Master has been there several times."
An Xia sneered. She didn't hold any hope for An Shucheng's father. If she could acquiesce in a concubine's treatment of her daughter, the blood of An Shucheng must be cold.
Such a father is worse than none.
Since An Xia came back and fell ill from the Prince Hou Mansion, An Shucheng has only visited once. It seems that he has no hope for An Xia, so he turned to An Si, never thinking that today, such a scene was staged again. The face was ruined in this way, and Anfu really had no hope.
If his power cannot be used by the prince, he can only serve the old emperor.
But in that way, when the new emperor ascends the throne, he might not be able to keep his position as a master.
Now that the prince intends to cooperate, he certainly can’t miss the opportunity, and the best way to cooperate with the prince is to send his daughter into the East Palace. Moreover, the old emperor has already indicated the marriage for An Xia and the prince. If nothing else, An Xia is The rightful prince, the future empress.
It's just the decline of An Xia's mother's family and the rise of Aunt Zhao's mother's family that made An Xia's position unstable.
An Xia is dead or alive. An Shucheng doesn't care. He only cares if this daughter can bring greater benefits to him. Now he can't, but his little daughter seems to be a bit difficult.
Of course, one is dying and the other is disfigured. Relatively speaking, the latter is better cured, so An Shucheng puts hope on An Sixin.
Although her face was cut, more thoughts can still restore her to her original condition. When that time comes, she will be sent to the prince again.
"Master, the wedding is getting closer and closer, Missy she..." Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth with hatred. She knew An Si would be disfigured. It must be An Xia's method. At this time, she wanted An Xia to die.
An Shucheng was looking through the memorial and glanced at Aunt Zhao who was kneeling there. He also understood the situation, but he was a little hesitant. After all, An Xia is his daughter. If Aunt Zhao uses some means to make An Xia disappear , He can't see it with his own eyes, so he can't see it, but now it's up to him to make the decision himself.
Of course you have to think carefully.
"What did the imperial doctor say?" After a long while, An Shucheng put down the memorial and sighed, showing a bit of helplessness on his face. Although An Shucheng is almost middle-aged, he still has the same grace and grace. It can be seen that when he was young It is also a peerless style.
Aunt Zhao also saw a glimmer of hope and knelt there and said, "The imperial doctor is to prepare for future generations. The eldest lady won't know who has offended someone in the Hou Palace, and she will end up like a bad one. She is not sick, but poisoned."
One sentence made An Shucheng's face stiff, he stood up abruptly, and clenched his hands into fists: "Who is so bold, she is my An Shucheng's daughter." If you don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, you have to fight a dog Looking at the master, An Shu became really annoyed at this time.
"It's just a few people who can not care about Anfu. I want to come to the master to be clear." Aunt Zhao has already inquired about everything about the Hou Wangfu, and she also knows that An Xia has offended someone who will end up like this. In fact, she is secretly lucky. .
Now it seems that there are many people who want to prevent the prince from getting married, and it is a good thing for An Xia to block these people for Ansi before the wedding day. At that time, Ansi will be able to marry into the East Palace intact.
Aunt Zhao's abacus got louder and louder.
In a word, An Shucheng was stunned at the time, and suddenly sat back in the chair, a little unbelievable: "How could this be?"
I really can't figure it out.
Seeing An Shucheng, Aunt Zhao didn't answer the conversation, she just lowered her head and sneered. This was what she wanted.
After a long while, An Shucheng waved his hand: "Let the second child try on the wedding dress. I will play the Ming Emperor and the Prince. You will arrange some more people in the next few days..."
The latter words are extremely low pressure, only Aunt Zhao can hear.
In the room, Bei Mingxiao shook his head and took a deep look at An Shucheng before leaving quietly, but instead of leaving Anfu, he went to Anxia's room.
"You are my future uncle, so entering and leaving my room like this seems to be against the rules." An Xia was still lying on the couch at this time, her face pale, and she was full of confidence when she said it.
Bei Mingxiao coughed a few times, then looked at her and shook his head after slowing down: "I don't know if I am your uncle."
"Indeed." An Xia also understood his situation, but was not in a hurry, still smiling.
"You all know?" Seeing An Xia so calm, Bei Mingxiao couldn't calm down. </p>
