The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1248

Chapter 1248: 609 Wanting a Child (First Update)

Princess Xinyang gritted her teeth and said, "It’s those three words again! Apart from telling me you don’t believe, what else can you say!"

The Marquis Xuanping seriously thought for a moment, then said, "You’re just being stubborn."

Princess Xinyang again: "...!!"

Princess Xinyang felt she could no longer stay here; otherwise, she’d either be angered to death by him or vomit herself to death.

It seemed there wasn’t much difference between the two.

Princess Xinyang huffily walked away.

She had indeed come to see her son, but she was so infuriated by the Marquis Xuanping that she forgot what she came for and just wanted to get as far away from this man as possible. She turned her head and boarded the carriage back to Vermilion Bird Avenue.

The Marquis Xuanping watched her departing figure and clicked his tongue: "And she says she wasn’t here to see me."

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The deaths of the old King Liang and his consort caused quite an uproar in both Capital City and Pingcheng Prefecture City. It was said that the old King Liang was murdered out of revenge. Considering that this man was well-regarded while alive, with a gentle disposition and a charitable nature, who could be his enemy?

The death of the old King Liang’s consort was even more bizarre; she was allegedly struck dead by lightning.

The ancients were very superstitious; how grievous must a person’s sins be to be struck by lightning from the heavens?

"Could it be that the old King Liang’s consort hired the assassin to kill old King Liang?"

In the Tea House, people began to discuss the matter.

A young man said, "The old King Liang’s consort? Where did that come from?"

A middle-aged uncle replied, "Haven’t you ever been married? How many couples show love on the outside but are enemies behind closed doors? If you ask me, the one who’s most eager to see me dead is definitely my wife!"

Many in the Tea House, especially the women there to buy tea for their husbands, truly wished they could pummel their spouses to death every single day.

But talk is one thing; actually doing it is another.