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Murong Hua succeeded in avoiding the servants of the Prince Zhao Palace, but she could not avoid the Prince Zhao.

Li Fuchen was after all a martial arts person, if he let the weak Murong Hua injure someone right under their noses, then it would definitely be fun. He hugged Shi Junru's waist to dodge to the side, then grabbed onto Murong Hua's wrist. With a twist, a clanging sound could be heard, and the longsword fell onto the ground.

He picked up his sword and handed it to Wu Qing, who was getting up from the ground. With a cold glint in his eyes, he said, "Guard, you should watch out for those who are eating."

Wu Qing hurriedly took the sword, sheathed it back into the scabbard, and bowed while thanking him. "Thank you, Prince Zhao, for learning martial arts and not losing the sword, and disturbing Prince Zhao, please forgive me."

Looking at his guilty and regretful expression, the doubt in Li Fuchen's heart grew. Maybe he really did not do it on purpose when he was wrestling just now, after all, he had not fallen out with the Prince Qin Palace yet. As for the enmity between Shi Junru and Murong Ling … He looked at the guard in front of him. It was unlikely that even the guards at the gates would know of this.

He put down his doubts and put on a magnanimous and magnanimous look. "It's alright. Be careful in the future."

When the other guards saw him, they all winked at him. As soon as he entered the group, he was hit by the person next door, "Wu Qing, you're not bad, this is a good show."

"Of course!" Wu Qing adjusted the wrinkled uniform and snorted. "I, Wu Qing, will never let go of anyone who dares to go against my wife."

Ever since he had been saved by the imperial concubine, Wu Qing had become her number one fan, and had asked about all of her life stories in detail. Naturally, his enemies couldn't escape his eyes, whether it was Prince Zhao or Shi Junru, both of them wanted to be pierced by that crazy woman, to vent their anger for the imperial concubine.

"Speaking of which, could it be that Miss Mu Rong has gone mad from her ghostly body?"

"The way I see it, it's not the upper body of the ghost, but hysteria."

The guards started to discuss animatedly. To be honest, they were shocked by Murong Hua who ran out like the wind, her face was red and her eyes were blurry, like she had been smoking weed. When she saw Prince Zhao, she went crazy, and actually thought that he was going to marry her.

"Does she think that the Duke Palace is the Duke of Zhenguo Palace?"

Wu Qing snickered, "She just dragged Prince Zhao into her wedding, she wants him to marry her."

"Duke of Zhenguo doesn't have a son. He might just be waiting to summon a son-in-law." The guards at the side sniggered, "But speaking of this, Prince Zhao has quite the luck with women. Young miss of the Duke of Zhenguo Palace, it's like he's going crazy wanting to marry him."

Wu Qing looked at Murong Hua who had her hand twisted as she fell to the ground, shivering with cold. "This kind of luck with women, probably only the Prince Zhao can enjoy it."

But at this moment, Li Fuchen did not have to enjoy the honor of being the center of attention. Everyone was watching him and although the one going crazy was not him, but as the male lead, he too had to lose face.

Murong Hua, who had been subdued by her, now looked at him as if she was looking at a unfaithful lover, "Prince Zhao, must you be so heartless? If you don't want to marry me, then why did you ask Your Majesty for permission to marry me?

"Miss Murong, please wake up. When did Royal Father grant you this marriage and when did this duke come to marry you? This is the Prince Qin Palace, please look up and see clearly!"

Murong Hua followed his finger and looked over. There was a gigantic signboard, on top of which were written a few golden words — Duke of Zhenguo Palace.

Her heart was filled with grief and indignation, as she looked at him accusingly: "Prince Zhao, even though my knowledge isn't good, I can still recognize the words. This is obviously the Duke of Zhenguo Palace, and you're still lying to me!"

Li Fuchen felt powerless, feeling as if her heart had been completely attacked by hysteria and he had no hope of survival. "Ask anyone else whether this is the Duke of Zhenguo Palace or the Prince Zhao Palace," she said.

Murong Hua was skeptical, but she picked up a question from the crowd. The person opened her mouth and asked, "This is indeed Prince Qin Palace, Your Majesty is bestowing a wedding feast, we are here to attend."

"No, that's impossible!" Murong Hua lost her composure and shouted, "You two are in cahoots with Shi Junru, you guys have all come to lie to me so that I cannot marry the Prince Zhao. I will tell you this, don't even think about it!"

Seeing that Murong Hua's craziness could not be cured, Li Fuchen did not hold back anymore, he immediately instructed the servants, "Tie her up, come, go and call out Duke of Zhenguo."

Of the servants he brought, one ran into the Duke Palace to call for help while the other went to capture Murong Hua. Murong Hua was just a weak girl, so she was caught quickly. But somehow, Murong Hua felt a warm feeling flowing through her body, filled with power, and with a casual wave, the servant was pushed away, and even rolled far away.

Murong Hua was overjoyed. She felt that the heavens were helping her, and looking at Shi Junru's gloating eyes, both hatred and new hatred came together. She immediately rushed forward.

If even Li Fuchen could not stop her, Shi Junru would be in trouble. Murong Hua's sharp and long nails ruthlessly pinched her jade-like face, creating two long bloody lines.

"Ah, my face." Shi Junru immediately shouted. She touched her swollen right cheek with a trembling hand, and two more wounds appeared. She spread her hands, which were covered in blood. When she thought about the possibility of her face being disfigured, she immediately went crazy, grabbing and beating Murong Hua up. "Bitch, you're going to ruin my looks, I'll kill you!"

Murong Hua still had the strength left in her body, she was not afraid of her at all, and when she fought with her, she rolled into a ball, and if you pull my hair, I'll pinch you, the two women's hair would quickly become messy, and their clothes would be stained with dirt, becoming a pair of crazy women.

This was the first time Li Fuchen saw a woman fight, he never thought that the seemingly dignified and gentle Shi Junru, would actually be as fierce as a crazy woman.

However, thinking of how she was a victim, she felt that it was understandable. The scars on her face, if not treated properly, would leave scars. This was a devastating blow to the girl.

He quickly tried to stop them, but as two women were fighting, he couldn't even act against a man, so he quickly shouted at Shi Junru's servant, "Hurry up and save your young miss."

The servant looked like she had just awoken from a dream and immediately went to pull people, only that Murong Hua's strength was extremely strong. Among the two, Shi Junru was the most miserable one. Her entire face was covered with blood, and she had been struck by Murong Hua a few times as she took the opportunity to slap her.

Seeing her miserable state, Murong Hua felt relieved and laughed: "Shi Junru, you have finally arrived today!"

However, before she could finish laughing, a huge palm came from the side and slapped her face, causing her head to tilt. The bright red flower with the hairpin in her hair fell to the ground, and Murong Hua's mind immediately cleared up as she looked at the approaching person with a face full of grievance, "Father, why did you hit me?"