Chapter 217: Being upset by the Prime Minister for no reason [asking for monthly votes] Following Qiqi's receding back, the vicious light flashing in Nanny's eyes could no longer be hidden. Unexpectedly, even after she said so, the princess did not intend to touch her, and even let her get close to the Prime Minister, a powerful figure... "Mammy." Seeing that the mammy was still standing there, Yingjia called out unhappily. "Princess, I'll be right there." The nanny responded, but her pace did not quicken. Yingjia felt somewhat unhappy. To be honest, this nanny can be considered as his elder, and she grew up with the Demon King. Now that she stays by his side, she seems to be taking advantage of his seniority. "Mammy, do you think that the princess handled the matter inappropriately?" Yingjia asked in a deep voice. "I dare not. I just think that Qiqi is also a servant, and the princess's bloodline is noble and must not be confused." The nanny raised her head, looking as if she was ready to die. Yingjia sneered in her heart, but said: "Although I am of royal blood, the nanny has done me and my brother a great favor in raising us, and I will never forget it."
Upon hearing this, the nanny knelt down hurriedly and said, "Princess, your words are really embarrassing for me. I am still a servant after all, and I dare not take credit for it." "My actions are justified for a reason. I won't lose my composure. There's no need to think too much about it, Ma'am." Inga waved her hands irritably. When the nanny heard this, her stiff face relaxed a little, and she bowed and said, "I understand. I still want to remind the princess that this girl is definitely not what she seems. She is a bad person in private." Seeing Yingjia's frown, the nanny was sensible and said, "I will go and prepare the things for returning to the palace. Princess, you can take a rest first." Inga nodded, feeling confused. Murong Yinxin on this side did not say anything, but there was anger in his steps. "Hey, Prime Minister, Prime Minister, please don't be angry. One more person is definitely better than one less." Qingyu advised with a dry laugh. Murong Yinxin snorted coldly and ignored his meaning at all. "Hey, Prime Minister, Prime Minister, now is not the time for us to mess with this woman." Qingyu glanced around and said softly. "Why, Lord Qingyu, when did you become so timid? Since you want the maid, let her serve you. The long night is just right for you." Murong Yinxin disappeared before his eyes in the blink of an eye. "Sir, you guys are walking so fast, I, your servant..." Qiqi was already out of breath from running. Qingyu looked at her with a depressed look. "Does the lord have anything to tell you?" Qiqi scratched her head. Qingyu sighed: "Didn't you say you have kung fu skills? Why is your breath disordered after taking these few steps?" Qiqi smiled awkwardly: "I do have some skills, but they are not very good." Thinking that the Prime Minister let this girl follow him, Qingyu wanted to die. "Sir, you look like you're not in a good mood?" Qiqi looked at Qingyu in some confusion. Qingyu rolled his eyes at her, complaining in his heart, suddenly there was an extra burden, and he was the one spying on him, it would be strange if he could be in a good mood... …………
The whip soaked in salt water fell on the man's body like raindrops, and bright red blood dripped onto the ground. New wounds covered old wounds. The heart-wrenching pain made him unable to breathe, and he finally fainted. A burst of coldness stung him... "Boss, let's just stop here today. This guy is lucky enough." The jailer said with a spit. "Oh damn, that's fine, let's call it a day and save his life." Under the dim light, the jailer slowly opened his eyes, hiding a hint of hatred. "Hey, get up for me." The leading jailer was obviously impatient and kicked a few times with his feet. The devil crawled up from the ground in a messy manner, his body was dirty and his clothes were soaked in blood. His already somewhat wretched appearance made him look even more embarrassed. The cell door was pushed open with a bang. Inga, wearing a dark red tight dress, walked in like the wind. "Princess." The jailer who had just been cursing quickly stood up and saluted. Yingjia waved his hand indifferently: "Is this how you treat the Demon King?" The jailers looked at each other, a little confused for a moment. Wasn't it the princess who ordered them to torture this guy? Seeing that no one was talking, Yingjia frowned and snorted coldly, "Huh?" The leading jailer was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said, "Princess, it is my fault. I will never do it again." "Do you think there will be a next time?" Yingjia pulled out a black whip from his waist. The jailer's face turned pale. Everyone knew that if the princess whipped him, no one would survive... "Princess, please spare my life. I will never dare to do it again." The jailer knew that he could not give the princess away at this moment. He still had a family to survive, so he could only take the responsibility of whipping the devil without permission. Yingjia's eyes were dark and unclear, and he said calmly: "You are a man of courage. You dare to do it and take responsibility. Then I will give you a quick death. Don't worry, as long as you die, I will not affect your family." As soon as he finished speaking, the black whip came out like a snake and wrapped around the opponent's waist. Before the jailer could react, his head tilted and his body fell limp. "Well, my good brother, I have avenged you." Yingjia retracted the whip and looked at the devil's face, which turned from white to blue and then from blue to black, with a clever smile. "Haha, now my life is yours, you can take it if you want, why bother making so many troubles?" The devil sneered, he understood Inga's thoughts better than anyone else. "Brother, you and I are compatriots. Do you really have to fight to the death?" Yingjia said expressionlessly. "Hahaha, Inga, oh Inga, you and I are compatriots, how can you say such things?" The devil suddenly laughed, and the whole prison was filled with a sense of desolation and sadness due to his laughter. "Who doesn't know our identities? At least, you are all sons of royal families with noble blood. Now, more people are eyeing the throne, and the royal family is in danger." Yingjia retracted the whip and suddenly drew it out again. "So what? It doesn't matter who takes it. You, Yingjia, can only spy on my location, but no one can keep an eye on you?" The devil laughed until two lines of tears came out. Yingjia took out a bottle of potion from his arms: "Today I have made it clear that I doubt Murong Yinxin's identity, but I have no way to verify it. If you are willing to help me, you are still the supreme demon king." "What if I don't agree? Are you going to give me a bottle of fatal potion?" The devil sneered. "Haha, brother is wrong. How could your sister bear to take your life? I just want you to be unable to say it and fail to do my best..." Yingjia laughed particularly cruelly.
"You, you Inga." The devil's lips trembled with anger. "Brother, you'd better think twice before making a decision. Life is short, wouldn't it be better to enjoy yourself while you can? If you can help me build the world, how could your sister treat you unfairly? Why do you need to stay here and suffer these dirty and petty people?" Yingjia threw down a bottle of potion and left without looking back. Time is always so unintentional In the blink of an eye, the book has reached 47 words Thanks for the love of my babies, grandma can only repay you by writing hard. (End of this chapter)