C155 155 Make a Dinner for This King

Every nerve in her body was stretched taut from her touch.

"Mn, I swear to the heavens, I will never mistreat Little Yuan again …" Oh, no, not the night wolves. "

She came up to him from behind Yan Yuan and extended four fingers out as if she was swearing something.

His pitch-black pupils were serious and bright, and revealed clarity and sincerity from his eyes, causing Yan Yuan to fall into a momentary trance.

He clearly knew that woman was dishonest, but he actually believed it.

Yan Yuan swore in his heart once again.

After straightening his face, he shifted his gaze from Liu Ruo Qing's face to the table in front of him.

"This King has been sitting here for an hour, but I'm actually a little thirsty."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cup of warm tea was served to him, "Prince, have some tea."

His hand hadn't broken, so why wouldn't he fall?

At a pace that Yan Yuan couldn't see, she rolled his eyes inwardly.

"I've been sitting here for too long, my back hurts."

His voice had just fallen when a pair of hands stopped at his waist and began to knead with force. "Prince, I'm the best at handling this matter. I'll pinch it for you."

If you sit around like a dog for too long, you are just acting like you have too many things to do and your kidney is in trouble.

How would Yan Yuan know that this restless woman was actually cursing at him?

However, the strength that wasn't considered great for him from his waist seemed to have grabbed his heart at the right time, causing a slight ripple to appear.

Xiao Yan's finger lightly tapped the side of the cup. It looked carefree, but his heart was disturbed by the little actions of this woman.

"I heard that you want to dig This King's grave?"

These words came out of his mouth again in such a casual manner that it caused the small movement at his waist to immediately stop.

Those bright eyes looked at Yan Yuan's seemingly lazy but actually dangerous handsome face in astonishment. A little distress was tainted between his brows.

He actually heard it.

Yan Yuan had already gotten up from the round stool. His originally dangerous aura, because of his overwhelming height, instantly made Liu Ruo Qing feel like he was covered by dark clouds.

"Are you cursing This King?"

It was impossible to tell whether or not he was happy or angry from looking down from up above, but the more he was like this, the more people felt apprehensive.

That was because it was the feeling of not knowing how or when you were going to die even though you knew you were going to die.

She coughed lightly twice and stood up straight. She originally wanted to make herself look more powerful and spirited, but after seeing Yan Yuan's dark eyes, the fighting spirit that had just been ignited in her withdrew once more.

She raised her eyes and carefully looked at Yan Yuan. She asked in a low voice: "If I said you heard wrong, would you believe me?"

At a time like this, to be able to say such shameless words in front of him, in Yan Yuan's opinion, in his entire life, he had probably only met her.

"Do you think This King believes you?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

It was obvious that he had underestimated the degree of a certain someone's shamelessness. Now that she was in front of him, her head was about to be chopped off.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He didn't plan on arguing with her over this matter.

In any case, there were too many matters between him and her that needed to be discussed.

In the depths of Yan Yuan's eyes, there was an additional trace of minute calculations.

He picked up the papers in front of him and started reading them again. Finally, he pretended to be disappointed and sighed.

"He hasn't even copied it once?"

Liu Ruo Qing bit her lower lip, nodded honestly, and then looked at him with a pitiful gaze.

Was she really going to lose the backing of Kaiser's nephew?

Damn, if she knew that the Night Wolf was personally given to her by the Kaiser, she definitely wouldn't have made a move against it.

"Since that's the case, This King can only do things the official way."

He pretended to sigh helplessly. Seeing that she was on the verge of tears, he resisted the urge to laugh and patted the back of her hand in consolation, saying:

"Love Consort, don't blame this king. As a prince, this king cannot act unjustly in favouritism."

"Pui!" A small report is a small report, and it's even so grand. "

The moment Yan Yuan made a move to leave the room, she cursed in a low voice that he thought Yan Yuan wouldn't be able to hear.

The corner of Yan Yuan's lips lifted upwards, a dangerous aura flowing out of his eyes.

Very good, you keep scolding...

"Your Highness!"

In the next second, Liu Ruo Qing was already hugging onto her thigh.

When he turned around, the woman who was cursing him was actually crying. She had an appearance of someone who had been through a lot of grievances.

The corner of Yan Yuan's mouth twitched again. This woman's degree of shamelessness, he had truly gained more and more knowledge each time.

"I know that I have made too big of a mistake this time, and will not let my prince show favoritism for my sake. My lord, go, don't make things difficult for yourself because of my identity. Although I know that my prince will not do something as despicable and shameless as betraying my wife after a hundred days of marriage, who told my prince to be so strict and just? Who told me to make a mistake?" "Your Highness, you should go. Don't worry about me, don't …"

A low whimpering sound came out from Liu Ruo Qing's mouth.

"So what are you trying to do by hugging This King's legs so tightly?"

Yan Yuan's cold voice sounded from above her head.

Could this woman be any more shameless? Could she be any more shameless?

What do you mean by "sell your wife" and "be despicable, despicable, despicable, shameless" in the second half of the sentence?

What did it mean to hold his thighs so tightly?

He was angry and amused at the few tears that were almost dried out that she kept squeezing out of her eyes.

If he didn't cooperate again, would she have to pinch her thighs again to make herself cry?

Liu Ruo Qing's wailing stopped abruptly as she looked at Yan Yuan with teary eyes.

He was clearly acting for real, but looking at her misty eyes like this, Yan Yuan really had a soft feeling in his heart.

Seeing him sigh, she squatted down in front of Liu Ruo Qing, and used her hands to caress her head.

His actions were as if he was touching a pet dog.

At this time, Liu Ruo Qing was calculating her own "big matters" in his heart, so for the time being, he didn't want to fuss about such a small thing with him.

"After thinking about it, this duke still cannot bear to hand over the Love Consort to the Emperor."

"Yes, yes."

Liu Ruo Qing was so excited that tears were about to fall from her eyes.

It really took a lot of effort to say those words for Yan Yuan.

Eh? Wait a minute.

Would a slut be so easy to talk to? This was not like him at all.

Just as this thought formed in her mind, Yan Yuan continued to speak: "Make a meal for this king. If it's really good, when this king's mood gets better, perhaps favoring others for personal gain is also reasonable."

He looked at Liu Ruo Qing who was smiling as she spoke, and continued to stroke her head without stopping.

At this time, Liu Ruo Qing was still lying in front of him. The two of them had the exact same posture as if they were two masters touching their pets, their eyes gentle and loving.