The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Chapter 659 -

Chapter 659: Evidence (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Due to An Xiu’er’s matter, when Shen Yijia rushed to the street outside the palace, she could only see the heads in front of her. She could not see what was going on inside.

She tried to squeeze in, but there were too many people. There was not even a gap. No matter how strong she was, there was nothing she could do.

“Hey, why are you squeezing? Go to the back. If you wanted to watch the commotion, you should have come early. Look at how many people are here, stop making things more chaotic.” A burly man pushed her back.

“That’s right. With your thin arms and legs, you might as well stay at the back obediently. Anyway, someone will send a message if anything happens ahead.” Another man pushed her.

“Hey, why hasn’t anyone spread the news yet?” someone asked and stood in front of Shen Yijia.

Shen Yijia, who had finally squeezed in, was pushed back to where she was.

Shen Yijia was speechless.

Who was she looking down on with her short temper?

She had to stand at the front today.

Shen Yijia gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and took a few steps back.

She stood still and placed her hands on her hips.

“You Yi!”

You Yi wanted to ignore her. He was a qualified secret guard. He had always been required to appear in front of people only when there was danger.

However, in his career, he did not have the ability to disobey his master’s orders.

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared behind her, Shen Yijia shrank back. What was going on?

Fortunately, You Yi was wearing a mask, so Shen Yijia could not see his expression. Otherwise, she would have realized that his face was also very dark.

Shen Yijia thought for a moment. In the end, it was because You Yi wore too little.

He was still wearing a thin black shirt in the middle of winter. He didn’t even have a coat. How could he not be cold?

Thinking that she had yet to give him his monthly allowance, Shen Yijia generously stuffed a piece of silver into his hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me if you didn’t have the money to buy clothes? Since you’re with me, how can I treat you badly?”

You Yi was speechless.

“Alright.” Shen Yijia patted his shoulder and pointed ahead. “I’m going to the front. Send me in first.”

You Yi looked in the direction of the crowd, then at Shen Yijia, who had her back facing him. He grabbed her collar and picked her up.

Shen Yijia thought to herself, “Forget it, forget it. It’s an emergency!”

Just as she convinced herself, Shen Yijia realized that she had flown out!

She flew out!

Just her, You Yi wasn’t with her!

“Ah… Bastard You Yi, did I ask you to bring me to the front like this?”

This was clearly a throw!

It was completely different.

Her scream successfully attracted everyone’s attention. Everyone looked up and saw a figure fly over them.

At the same time, the emperor and the others standing on the white marble steps looked over.

Seeing that she was about to hit the imperial guards blocking the commoners, Shen Yijia hurriedly shouted, “Move, move quickly!”

The soldiers were so shocked that they took a step back to clear a space.

Shen Yijia was shocked. “No, don’t move aside. Stand back quickly.”

Song Jingchen, who was being beaten up, also heard the commotion. When he turned around and saw the person flying over, his pupils constricted. He couldn’t care less. He endured the pain in his body and stood up to run over.

But it was too late.

With a bang, Shen Yijia fell to the ground in public.

Looking at his empty hands, Song Jingchen’s heart tightened and he quickly squatted down. “Jiajia.”

These two words were filled with endless worry and heartache.

“It hurts a little.” she thought.

Shen Yijia cursed You Yi’s ancestors in her heart and spat out the dust in her mouth.

She forced a smile that she thought could charm people to death and looked up. “Hubby, I’m here.”

Song Jingchen’s throat hurt. His hand trembled as he reached out. Halfway through, he stopped and asked hoarsely, “Does it hurt?”

“Huh?” Shen Yijia blinked. “It doesn’t hurt.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a drop of something slid down her forehead, past her nose, and finally landed on her lips.

Shen Yijia subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked it. Apart from the smell of dirt, it was filled with the smell of rust.

She was stunned and reached out to wipe it. Song Jingchen quickly grabbed her hand and said softly, “Don’t move. Your forehead is injured..”