Chapter 139
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"… Yes." The old nun stood up and walked slowly to Shen Zhiying, who was on the verge of breaking down.
She said softly, "Xiaoying, come with me."
With that, the old nun stretched out her hand.
Shen Zhiying raised her head in a daze and looked at the old hand in front of her.
Her almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot and dazed.
Suddenly, she slapped away the hand in front of her and screamed, "Get lost! You're not my mother! I don't have a despicable mother like you! You don't deserve it! "
Shen Zhiying was on the verge of breaking down. The gentle and virtuous image she had created in the past was long gone.
Shen Zhiying used a lot of strength and used all her strength to slap her. A crisp sound rang out.
The old nun held her red hand and looked at Shen Zhiying in a daze.
She was in disbelief and stammered, "Xiao … Xiaoying …"
Her daughter actually called her a despicable woman?
"Enough!"
Shen Toufeng sneered. His determined face was frosty. "Shen Zhiying, you're a famous talented girl in the capital. Who taught you to call your mother a despicable woman?"
Shen Zhiying's body trembled. She bit her lower lip harshly with a look of forbearance.
She clenched her hands tightly and lowered her head. She was in a sorry state.
She felt ashamed and embarrassed because she knew that Shen Wanqing was looking at her. The man she loved was also looking at her coldly.
They were all laughing at her!
Mrs. Shen stood up gently and patted the back of Shen Toufeng's hand, comforting him gently.
Shen Toufeng's gloomy face finally looked better, but it was still scary.
A man who had been on the battlefield and was full of iron blood now had a dark face. A terrifying murderous aura was emitted, causing people to tremble uncontrollably.
Shen Zhiying was also a little afraid, but Mrs. Shen, who was beside Shen Toufeng, remained calm. She held Shen Toufeng's broad hand.
Her voice was gentle as she said to Shen Toufeng, "Don't be angry, it'll harm your body. Isn't this what you always tell me?"
Shen Toufeng pursed his lips and did not speak. His facial features were firm and cold.
Then, Mrs. Shen looked at Shen Zhiying, who was kneeling on the ground. Her gentle gaze turned cold.
She didn't like Shen Zhiying to begin with, and after what she had just done, her dislike for her was even worse.
"You may go," she said to the 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 and shook her head. "No … You can't chase me away!"
"Crown Prince … Crown Prince …"
Shen Zhiying murmured. Suddenly, her eyes widened and became bloodshot. "I'm the future Crown Princess. If you chase me away, how are you going to explain it to the Crown Prince and the Emperor?"
Hearing Shen Zhiying's threat, Shen Dangfeng and the others remained indifferent.
"Explain?" Shen Wanqing asked lazily as she played with Gu Jinyan's slender fingers.
Hearing Shen Wanqing's voice, Shen Zhiying suddenly turned her head around like a ghost. Her eyes were fierce and terrifying.
She gritted her teeth and glared at Shen Wanqing.
Shen Wanqing's expression remained indifferent. She lazily raised her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth. "I believe that His Majesty won't punish us for swapping the crown prince with a raccoon. The so-called marriage will naturally be dropped."
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