Song Wenxi became the laughing stock of the capital overnight.
In the blink of an eye, the husband not only married a noble girl, but also framed her for killing the little princess of the dynasty, and his ancestors were beheaded for nine generations.
Song Wenxi pursed her lips. If a scumbag and a bitch want to dig themselves into the grave, then she must give her away.
But what happened to this frightened lame prince?
Well? No?
Just treat the leg, why should she get a marriage certificate and become a princess?
Xi'er, you are my liver!
My lungs!
My sweet sweetmeat!
…
Song Wenxi stroked her forehead helplessly. She looked at such a shameless prince and said seriously.
"My lord, not only are you disabled in your legs, you are also disabled in your brain!"
