Chapter 1833 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (14)

Hearing this, Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Lan Yuting in front of him.

She was wearing ivory-white fine-grained gauze and holding a peony gauze fan, looking particularly noble.

Her gestures always gave people the feeling that she had already been the mother of the country.

Perhaps it was because of her youthful vigor that she didn't understand that the most taboo thing when she first entered the harem was to "outshine all the beauties".

Especially since you are just a concubine without any rank or status!

"You mean that all the maids in the palace will dirty your place?" Luo Qingchen shrugged, without any fear between his eyebrows. But Qiuju and Dong'er standing beside her lowered their heads and pulled her sleeves angrily.

Lan Yuting's face looked a little ugly. She glared and gritted her teeth and said, "Of course, I am what I am, and you are what you are!"

After the voice fell, she turned her eyes and looked at the head eunuch with the momentum of the "main boss" and said, "The eunuch should know whose daughter I am. We are a group of beautiful girls, but we are all from wealthy families. We can't live in the same place with the servants."

The head eunuch's face was obviously a little embarrassed. He was about to say something, but Luo Qingchen had already responded.

"But I don't think you are dressed like a wealthy family." She nodded slightly, looked Lan Yuting up and down, and a trace of indifference flashed in her clear eyes, saying, "She is somewhat similar to the proprietress of Yixiangyuan in the east of the city."

Although it is necessary to be cautious in words and deeds in the palace, the person this sentence is meant to warn is Dongju, not her.

In her eyes, she never hesitates when she can face things head-on.

"You're looking for death--" The next second, Lan Yuting rushed forward angrily, raised her right hand suddenly, and slapped her directly.

Luo Qingchen sneered, and with a "dong", he focused on her wrist.

"How dare you touch me?" When Lan Yuting was about to raise her foot to kick her, Luo Qingchen pushed her wrist suddenly.

She staggered back and fell directly to the ground.

Without saying a word, she gave a look to the girl beside her, and the girl immediately understood and went to the Golden Palace to "call for help".

Luo Qingchen probably saw it, but did not stop it.

Because she was already very unhappy to let her dress up as such a low-class female supporting role, but this female supporting role was particularly pretentious!

Unwilling to serve, she is arrogant!

[The host is now in a state of doing whatever she wants! ]

It was so aggrieved in the previous plane, I want to be unrestrained, but I can't!

[Yes, yes, absolutely! ]

Little did she know that Lan Yuting thought that if she fell to the ground, there would be a group of people who flattered her to help her.

But it seems that no one came forward, and a faint laugh could be heard.

Most of the girls in the side hall were people of status. Although not every one of them was the daughter of a high official, they were at least the apple of their parents' eyes.

Lan Yuting relied on her status as the daughter of the Imperial Censor, and her words were always full of sarcasm.

Although they had been together for a short time, many people disliked her.

"Hey, why don't you come over and help me up!" Her voice was full of anger, and her cheeks were red.

It was clear at a glance that she was very angry with Luo Qingchen.

The two women standing in the front looked at each other, and because Lan Yuting was the daughter of the Imperial Censor, they still stepped forward to help.

Unexpectedly, after she stood firm, she pushed them away and shouted: "Are you wooden heads? The moment I fell, you should lie on the ground and be my human cushion. Do you want to end up like this palace maid?"