The cruel little princess

Chapter 227 Mr. Shen doesn’t mind personally sending the princess down to ask my mother!

She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, which looked out of place in this solemn and dignified Hall of the Rebirth. Behind her was a group of maids and guards, and it seemed as if they were not here to pay homage, but to show off their power.

"What are you doing here?! This is where the dead rest!"

Shen Zijin's tone was filled with obvious dissatisfaction and annoyance, and his brows furrowed slightly. "If it's nothing serious, Princess Fukang, please leave!"

He really didn't want to waste any more words with this arrogant princess. He just hoped that she could leave as soon as possible and not disturb her mother's peace.

"Haha!" Princess Fukang sneered, and the laughter sounded particularly harsh in the silent Hall of Rebirth.

"You guys please leave first! This princess has something to say to General Shen alone!" Princess Fukang instructed the guards behind her.

So all the maids and guards retreated, leaving only a trusted maid, Cui Liu, to serve him.

"This princess has come to see what kind of person could give birth to someone as stubborn and inflexible as General Shen!"

She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes full of provocation, and it was obvious that she was so angry that Shen Zijin came that she wanted to chase him out.

In her opinion, as a princess, she should be treated with courtesy wherever she goes, rather than being driven away.

"The road is wide and we each go our separate ways!

Isn't this Rebirth Hall just a place to place memorial tablets for the dead? How come I, the princess of the Azure Dragon Kingdom, can't even enter?!"

Princess Fukang raised her chin with a haughty look.

She completely ignored the solemn atmosphere here and felt that Shen Zijin was deliberately targeting her, but she didn't realize how rude her behavior was.

Shen Zijin rubbed his brows helplessly, feeling speechless about Princess Fukang's tough attitude and unreasonable behavior.

He really didn't understand why this princess was always so spoiled, not even knowing the most basic respect, and could act like a spoiled brat in this sacred place of the afterlife.

He took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart, not wanting to have a bigger conflict with her in front of his mother's spirit.

Princess Fukang moved with graceful steps, and her gorgeous clothes swayed gently with her movements, making a slight sound of silk rubbing against each other.

She walked slowly and nonchalantly to a gloomy tablet filled with memorial tablets.

She raised her head slightly, with a look of arrogance and disdain, her slender eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of imperceptible malice flashed in her eyes.

She raised her slender hand, which was as delicate as a scallion, and her fingers drew a graceful arc in the air, tapping in front of the tablet from time to time.

The corner of his mouth curled up with a subtle cunning arc, and he said sarcastically: "I don't know which one of these is your deceased mother? Let me find her, burn a stick of incense for her, and ask her if she would like to have a princess as a daughter-in-law?!"

After saying that, she looked at Shen Zijin provocatively, her eyes full of teasing, her chin slightly raised, as if waiting for Shen Zijin's response.

Princess Fukang stood there leisurely, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her arms, her eyes fixed on Shen Zijin.

She seemed to be enjoying a good show that was about to be staged. The smile on the corners of her mouth became more and more obvious. The slightly upturned corners of her mouth seemed to be hanging a flag of victory, as if she had already seen the scene of Shen Zijin surrendering to her.

"No need! My mother has already been laid to rest. Princess, it's best not to disturb her!"

Shen Zijin's voice was low and cold, like the chill of winter wind.

He slowly stood up, supported his knees with his hands, and exerted force suddenly. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were full of determination and anger. His gaze was like a sharp arrow, as if it could see through Princess Fukang's disguise.

His fists were clenched slightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the force. He suppressed his inner anger and stared straight at Princess Fukang.

"I don't care what the princess is planning! In any case, don't disturb my mother's peace and quiet! If the princess insists on doing so, Shen doesn't mind personally sending the princess down to ask..."

Shen Zijin's words were powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a strong warning.

He took a step forward, leaning slightly forward, his eyes becoming colder, as if Princess Fukang in front of him was his sworn enemy, and the burning anger flickered in his eyes.

"Shen Zijin! You!..."

Princess Fukang was so angry that her face turned red, and her delicate makeup was distorted by anger.

She suddenly raised her arm, which drew a sharp arc in the air, and waved her sleeve to hit Shen Zijin hard. The action was full of arrogance and pampering, and her whole body shook slightly due to the force.

Unexpectedly, she was not paying attention, and the waving sleeves brought up a gust of wind, which swept the tablets in the first few rows to the ground.

The wooden tablets fell to the ground like fallen leaves that had lost their support, making crisp "crackling" sounds.

The sound was particularly harsh in this silent hall of rebirth, like a death knell, each sound striking at people's hearts.

The tablet rolled and jumped on the ground, raising some dust.

Shen Zijin looked at the tablet that fell to the ground, and suddenly felt that the sound was like a slap in the face, burning with pain.

Especially when he saw his mother's tablet was also swept to the ground, his eyes instantly became extremely sad, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

His lips trembled slightly, his eyes were filled with a mixture of disbelief and anger, his eyes were wide and bloodshot.

His body seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he didn't move for a long time. He just stared blankly at the tablets.

"Get out! You're not worthy of mentioning my mother! Now I don't want to do anything! Get out now!"

Shen Zijin's roar echoed in the Hall of Rebirth, making the surrounding air seem to tremble.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on his hands like winding snakes, and he used all his rationality to restrain himself from swinging his fists.

His body was trembling slightly with anger, a sign of his efforts to suppress his rage. He stepped hard on the ground with both feet, as if he wanted to create two pits in the ground.

If he hadn't still had a shred of rationality, he would have really wanted to teach the culprit in front of him a lesson.

"I swear on my life: our Shen family will fight your Qinglong Nation to the death! I will never marry a woman as vicious as you! If you break this oath, I will be struck by lightning!"

Shen Zijin spoke word by word, and every word seemed like a curse coming from the depths of his soul.

His eyes were full of determination, a determination to fight to the death. The hatred between him, Princess Fukang, and the Qinglong Kingdom she represented was like a burning flame that could never be extinguished at this moment.

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction Princess Fukang left, his arm a little stiff from the effort.

Those words seemed to hit Princess Fukang's heart directly, and a strong sense of shame hit her like a surging tide.

Her face turned pale and blue, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but was quickly covered by anger.

Her chest heaved violently like an angry bird.

Why does Shen Zijin do that?

Why don't you marry yourself?

What is there for him to be proud of?

Isn't it just because I like him now? !

snort!

She secretly swore in her heart that she would make Shen Zijin pay the price for his actions today.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

Cui Liu was watching with fear and trepidation, her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly open, her face full of horror.

Seeing that things were not going to end well, he hurriedly took a step forward, his steps a little flustered.

She carefully tugged at Princess Fukang's sleeve, her fingers tightly grasping the gorgeous fabric, and softly persuaded her, "Princess, let's go first. We shouldn't stay here for long."

Princess Fukang glared at Shen Zijin fiercely, her eyes seemed to want to cut Shen Zijin into pieces, then she snorted coldly, flicked her sleeves and left, her departing figure looked a bit embarrassed and unwilling.

Her steps were hurried and jumbled, in stark contrast to the elegance with which she had come.

Shen Zijin was left alone in this messy hall of the dead.

He slowly squatted down, his movements a little slow, as if he was under great pressure.

His hands trembled as he reached out to the tablets on the ground, gently picked up one, and wiped it gently with his sleeve. The movement was gentle and pious, as if he was caressing his mother's face.

His eyes were focused and sad, with tears flickering in them, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

That look, so stubborn it makes people feel distressed!