The scheming empress starts by conquering men

In the backyard, there is a small pavilion overlooking the green mountains.

"What did you say? Your Highness is going to help the Second Prince get married today, and Your Highness has agreed?"

Zhong Moyao stared at the servant in front of him with sadness in his eyes.

He is also His Highness's personal attendant.

"Your Highness will naturally agree. If you have no other questions, then I will withdraw."

The servant's face was full of arrogance, he raised his eyebrows in disdain, without any respect.

A trace of disbelief flashed across Zhong Moyao's handsome face. He took a few steps back and his face suddenly turned pale.

Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly stepped forward to block the servant's way and asked humbly.

"When did it happen? Where is His Highness?"

Seeing the weak and humble expression of the princess' husband, the servant arrogantly pushed her away.

"Your Highness should be leaving the palace by now."

"She, when will she come back?" Zhong Moyao calmed down and asked again tremblingly.

The servant smiled, his nose pointed upwards, and said, "It's probably the end of the year, so it's better for you not to think about Your Highness. Your Highness has never had you in his heart."

These words successfully ignited Zhong Moyao's long-suppressed anger.

"Bitch!"

He slapped the servant on the face, gnashing his teeth, his face turning gloomy.

Her eyes were filled with tears of stubbornness and grievance. Her body was unsteady and she reached out to the personal servant beside her.

"Yan Le, hurry up, I want to go find His Highness!"

Zhong Moyao felt so aggrieved that his legs went weak and he couldn't stand.

He could only let the servant beside him help him go find His Highness.

She has been married to him for a year, and today is the one-year anniversary of their marriage.

He originally thought that after waiting for a year, he had finally waited until today and could take this opportunity to become her man.

But, but she wants to go to welcome the bride?

Or he was here to welcome the Second Princess to her wedding. Why should he let his Highness go as the Second Princess's attendant?

It is summer now, and we will not be back until winter.

How could she leave him alone in the mansion for so long? No, absolutely not.

Affected by her master's emotions, Yan Le also became angry and wanted to cry.

He stepped forward to support the young master's hand and reminded him, "Young master, if we really catch up with His Highness, what if His Highness gets angry?"

"I don't care, I want her, and I want to see her now!"

Zhong Moyao was supported by his servant on his right hand, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his left hand, and decided to give it a try.

The servant who was stunned beside him had a look of anger and hatred on his face. He pushed Yan Le away and slapped Zhong Moyao in the face.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "How dare you, an unfavored servant of the emperor, hit me? I am the personal servant of His Highness."

Zhong Moyao staggered after being hit and took a step back.

Yan Le looked at his own master in surprise, and then looked at the servant who attacked the master.

With a roar, he rushed forward.

"If you dare to hit my young master, I will beat you to death!"

"stop."

A woman's cold voice came from the door.

Zhong Moyao looked up suddenly and saw a familiar red figure walking in from the palace door. She was extremely graceful and gorgeous.

"Your Highness?" Zhong Moyao blurted out in astonishment; "Why are you here?"

Didn't she already left?

Thinking of the scene before him, he took a step back in fear and explained hurriedly.

"Your Highness, please listen to me. I did not..."

"Your Highness~~"

The servant took the initiative to interrupt her.

He cried and screamed, broke free from Yan Le's hands, crawled to Si Shui's feet, lowered his head and began to accuse.

"Your Highness, please make the decision for me!"

He gently pulled at the hem of her skirt and began to confuse right and wrong.

"Your Majesty's servant asked me about your whereabouts, and I was forced to tell him that you went to the north to welcome your bride. As a result, you and his servant beat me up. I beg Your Majesty to help me!"

Looking at the male servant who was crawling at her feet and accusing her, Shaodian Si Shui raised her right hand to support her forehead, touched her forehead with her index finger, and thought about the plot with a slightly depressed look.

There are very few plots about women rebelling against the harem, and it is not written in the book.

Even if there was, it was a mess caused by the heroine's design.

But the only thing she knew was that Zhong Moyao was in this mansion. On the surface, he was the husband of the emperor's daughter, but in reality, anyone could shit and pee on his head.

Even the servants around her could give him a cold look.

The person in front of him is also a servant. Judging from the situation, it could be that the people around her are taking advantage of their power to bully Zhong Moyao.

She put away her inner thoughts and looked carefully at the servant in front of her, but could not see his face.

"Keep your head up."

The servant looked up obediently, his eyes misty with tears, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

The teardrop mole at the corner of the eye is so beautiful and charming.

Well, I seem to have some impression of him. He was the servant beside her.

Apart from a slap mark on the face, there were no other injuries.

She asked in a deep voice: "You said that you were beaten up by Jun Shi? Where did you get beaten?"

The servant was slightly stunned. Is this the point? Shouldn't His Highness blame the princess' husband for inquiring about her whereabouts?

Seeing the maid in a daze, Shaodian Sishui looked cold, kicked away the maid's hand that was grabbing her skirt, and gave orders to the outside.

"This wicked slave has no respect for his majesty. He has offended and slandered the husband of the imperial daughter. Come, drag him out, beat him to death with clubs, and throw him into a mass grave to feed the wolves."

"No, no, no, Your Highness, I didn't, I didn't..."

The servant shouted in fear and wanted to move forward.

But he was grabbed by the guards who came in and dragged out.

He had to struggle and shout desperately.

"Your Highness...I am the servant you chose, Your Highness. Your Highness...I don't have any. Your Highness, please believe in me..."

Zhong Moyao's mind went blank.

He had never expected this situation to happen. He looked at Si Shui in shock, his eyes constantly changing.

He didn't come to his senses until the crying and shouting died down, and his body was even shaking.

He was scared. He had never seen His Highness so angry. Although it was for her, the servant was hers after all and had always taken care of her daily life.

Just kill him if you say so?

He thought it was just a punishment at most.

Shaodian Sishui looked at him secretly, the white moonlight that she neither liked nor loved, the female rebel she portrayed, whom she regretted only after her death.

What a handsome and elegant man! He is so pure in lust.

Her eyes are clear and her face is as beautiful as a flower.

The gloomy look between the brows when you are sad makes people feel distressed.

When you are afraid or shocked, you look innocent and cute.

Thinking of the setting she gave to Zhong Moyao, he looks thin when dressed and has a nice figure when undressed, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a wolf-like waist and a tiger-like back, and a slender figure.

Hiss... Don’t mention it, she was drooling for no reason.

She doesn't think she is a lecherous woman, but the problem is, who can resist a nice color?

Zhong Moyao avoided the gaze and looked away, his mind in a mess.

His Highness seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell where.

Shaodian Sishui saw that he was still distracted and did not interrupt him.

He walked up to the main seat, sat down and tapped lightly on the soft couch.

He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Si Shui was in a hurry and couldn't wait any longer, so she finally compromised and spoke with a smile.

"How long are you going to stand here?"

Zhong Moyao finally came to his senses and turned to look at the smiling girl in front of him.

In his eyes, this smile was like a ghost demanding his life.

Every time His Highness smiles, he is always the one who gets hurt.

Zhong Moyao's eyes were filled with fear and he suddenly knelt down.

"Your Highness, I know I was wrong."

Before he knelt down, Shaodian Sishui hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

"You are not wrong, get up."

"Thank...thank you, Your Highness."

After Zhong Moyao stood up, he tried to pull his hand out, but it didn't move.

Shaodian Sishui felt his palms were sweaty and he tried to break free from her hands.

I concluded in my heart that he was afraid of her.

She didn't want to scare him, so she let go of his hand and looked at Yan Le.

"Go down."

The dazed Yan Le finally came to his senses, bowed hurriedly and walked out.

Before leaving, he looked at his son with some concern.

I don't know how His Highness will waste his son's time later.

Even after the palace door had been closed for a long time, Zhong Moyao did not speak.

Shaodian Sishui, who couldn't wait any longer, raised the corner of his mouth and a sly smile flashed across his eyes.

She reached out and grabbed Zhong Moyao's hand, pulled him into her arms, and sat him on her lap.