Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"Ugly, you're presumptuous!" Su Qishao stared at Yun Ruoyue in amazement, he didn't expect this ugly girl to be so courageous and dare to make trouble for him.

"Oh, this bed is really soft. This luxurious bed sheet is perfect for shining my shoes." After Yun Ruoyue finished speaking, she lifted her skirt and stepped on the bed sheet with her feet, making the bed sheet extremely dirty. He was also so angry that the fire burning in Su Qishao's chest became more and more intense.

After Yun Ruoyue stepped on the bed sheet, she intentionally and accidentally stepped on Su Qishao's snow-white jacket. A big shoe print stepped on it, and Su Qishao's jacket was dirty.

Su Qishao was so angry that he raised his fist, his forehead was covered with blue veins, he stared at Yun Ruoyue angrily, and suddenly raised his hand to pull her.

In the end, like a rabbit, Yun Ruoyue dodged out of the way, causing him to miss out.

As soon as Yun Ruoyue jumped off his bed, she walked in front of those exquisite shelves, which were full of antique jade articles and precious cultural relics, and with a flick of her hand, the jade articles fell to the ground and fell to pieces, " Hey, you're going to die anyway, so why keep these things? It's better to smash them all and bury them with you."

Yun Ruoyue's actions made Feng'er and Su Qing's eyes wide open. They all stared at her in disbelief, thinking that Princess Li was possessed by a demon.

If she does this, isn't she afraid that Master Su will kill her?

"Ugly girl!" Su Qishao clenched his fists angrily, gritted his teeth, roared like a lion, and his face flushed as if he was about to explode, "Do you believe that I will kill you?"

Yun Ruoyue glanced at him contemptuously, "You can't even stand up, how can you kill me? If you want to kill me, it will be in your next life."

Suddenly, she looked at a picture of a middle-aged beauty hanging on the wall, "Who is this picture? Is it your mother? Anyway, she is dead, why do you still keep her picture? Why don't you tear it up?" Yes, use it as firewood and make some contributions to everyone.”

"Bitch, how dare you!" Su Qishao who exploded roared angrily, sat up eagerly, leaned forward, and spat out blood.

The blood splattered all around like a gorgeous flower.

"My son!" Seeing Su Qishao spit out blood, Su Qing hurried over.

Seeing this, Yun Ruoyue also hurried over. With a serious face, she said to Su Qing: "Your family's son spit out the ball of blood stuck in his heart, quickly, go get a basin of hot water and help him clean it up. His illness was cured."

"Is the son saved?" Su Qing looked at Yun Ruoyue in confusion.

And those two little maids have already rushed to fetch water.

Yun Ruoyue nodded: "Yes, because your family's son was too worried before, there was a mass of blood in his internal organs, which was blocked there, so he couldn't eat and couldn't sit and sleep. Now he spits out the blood , After his internal organs are smooth, he can eat. As soon as this person can eat, the lovesickness will be cured."

"Ugly, you, don't tear up my mother's painting." At this moment, Su Qishao tugged at Yun Ruoyue's sleeve angrily, and said excitedly.

"I didn't tear it up, I was just angry with you. If I didn't provoke you like this, why would you vomit blood in anger? When you couldn't eat before, did you always feel like a ball of cotton was stuck in your heart?" Yun Ruo Yue shook off Su Qishao's hand.

"Yes, that lump of cotton made me very uncomfortable. I don't want to eat at all, and I would throw up if I ate it." Su Qishao said coldly.