Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Walking on the road, there will always be passers-by looking at His Majesty the Blood Race whose face is half covered.

Feng Qian was a little helpless.

The fragments are so beautiful, no matter whether the appearance is covered or not, it will attract the attention of others.

Of course, in order not to reveal the identity of the Fragmented Blood Race and avoid causing panic, it is still necessary to block the appearance.

Feng Qian first took His Majesty the Blood Race to find an inn to rest, and then went to the restaurant alone to inquire about the news in the palace.

The monarch is seriously ill, and all the princesses are eyeing the throne.

As for why it is a princess, it is mainly because the monarch has no princes under his knees.

There have been princes before, but they all died due to various reasons.

The throne cannot be passed on outside, so the heir can only be the princess.

What the monarch is optimistic about is the wind chime they met on the cruise ship just now.

Fengling can be said to be the king's favorite daughter.

In fact, according to seniority, Feng Qian is the first princess of the imperial palace, so she should be a noble and unparalleled status.

It's a pity that the monarch doesn't like the original owner's mother, so he doesn't like the original owner by the way.

The mother of the original owner is a queen, and marrying the monarch is a political marriage.

When the original owner was sent to the west for marriage, the queen was kept in the dark, thinking that her daughter was going to the west to be the queen.

Of course, the fact that the original owner was sent to marry does not rule out the possibility of being favored by the king of the West, and it is not impossible to become a queen.

It can only be said that the original owner was unlucky, just in time to sacrifice the blood servant, and happened to meet the conditions to become a blood servant.

After inquiring about the news, Feng Qian returned to the inn and ordered a few more dishes.

Feng Qian didn't take His Majesty the Blood Race downstairs to eat together.

It's better not to show the fragments in public, otherwise it will be very difficult if the identity is exposed or the flowers and plants are offended.

However, unfortunately, Feng Qian met Feng Ling again.

Feng Qian pondered, should I avoid it first?

After all, she said before that when they meet again, the other party will change her mind.

However, who would have thought that we would meet again so soon.

Feng Ling spotted Feng Qian first with sharp eyes, and she walked over with a smile on her lips, and sat down opposite Feng Qian unceremoniously.

Fengling's beautiful eyes looked around, but she didn't see the little boy who was on the cruise ship before.

Thinking about it, that boy was just a plaything of this blood servant sister.

She said in a strange way: "I didn't expect my sister to become a blood servant, but also become romantic and affectionate."

"It's just..." Feng Ling continued, "I don't know if the blood clan will accept... unclean blood slaves?"

Feng Qian lightly raised his eyes to glance at the other party, then continued to eat his own food.

She could hear the other party insinuating and mocking her for being indiscreet.

It's just...the other party is also stupid.

Feng Qian didn't want to talk to each other.

Ignored again as if she was on a cruise ship, Feng Ling's face changed, and she said harshly: "Sister came back because she wanted to fight for the throne."

Hearing this sentence, Feng Qian raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other party.

Feng Ling continued: "However, it's a pity that the emperor promised long ago that I am the heir to the throne."

"As for you, sister, you are just a blood servant, food raised by the blood clan."

Feng Qian swallowed the last mouthful of food slowly, got up and walked upstairs.

I don't care, and I don't bother to care about each other.

Wind Chime: "..."

He ignored her like this again, as if treating her like air.

snort.

When she inherits the throne, the other party will kneel down when they see her again.

If the other party really wanted to fight for the throne, it would be a joke.

Does a blood slave also dream of becoming a queen?

Feng Ling sneered, her eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

The front is sweet, the babies restrain their little hands, don't make daydream thoughts?