The prince looked at Qingzi and took a deep breath and said, "this child can't have it."

The blood color on Qingzi's face was clean because the big prince couldn't dissipate in an instant. Qingzi looked at the big prince in amazement and exclaimed: "Yulang ~"

The prince's face has lost the tenderness just now, and his face is cold. He looks at Qingzi like an emotionless killer and repeats it again: "this child can't want it."

The great prince moves gently, walks to the great prince and Qingzi, looks up and looks at the great prince carefully.

The prince's facial skin is naturally excellent for being able to charm the sunny and purple. Although it is not as handsome as the third prince, it is also the best among the people.

However, no matter how good the prince's skin looks, he is now pursing his lips and his eyes are angry, just like that.

Jiujiu covered her lips and smiled, revealing a pair of bright eyes. She said calmly, "it's the prince."

Jiujiu points out his identity. Even if the prince doesn't want to admit it, he can only say hello with a black face: "my son has seen the imperial concubine."

"No gift." Jiujiu took steps to help the prince up with her own hands.

Jiujiu's fingers are delicate, like curdling fat. Even if it's just a simple touch, the Grand Prince is distracted. The Grand Prince subconsciously looks at Jiujiu, and then bumps into Jiujiu's charming eyes.

Jiujiu's face still hung a smile that didn't fade. Her eyes were slightly curved, like two small crescent moons. There was a trace of charm in her beauty, which made the prince's heart tighten.