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An Lingyi was even more furious, if not for the people around talking nonsense, she would have scolded him a long time ago.

She glanced at the people coming and going, talking and playing, her gaze landed on one person and suddenly raised her voice, "Junge, how can you say that Ninth Prince is ugly? No matter what, you have been reading by the Ninth Prince's side for so many years, the two of you should have a good relationship with each other. I didn't expect that behind your back, you would actually say this about the Ninth Prince. "

An Lingyi's face was full of indignation, as though An Lingjun was a despicable, shameless, petty person, which made her despise him.

When Ninth Prince heard this, he looked over. He was already not standing too far away, and could only faintly hear a few ugly words. He originally did not think much of it, but after hearing An Lingyi's words, he only felt a wave of fury in his heart.

"Lowly servant, you dare to say this prince is ugly?" Ninth Prince angrily walked over, and unknowingly brought along his own name for An Lingjun when he was in the palace.

Such an insult caused the joy on An Lingjun's face to disappear, she tightly clenched her hands by her side, and anger rose up on her thin face.

An Lingge's gaze turned cold, that icy gaze caused Ninth Prince to panic at the bottom of his heart, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"The last time I was at the palace, I had already told Ninth Prince that he was a Hereditary Prince of the Prince An's Palace. Even if he was ordered by the emperor to act as a reading partner for the disciples of the imperial family, he was still not Ninth Prince's servant. You call us lowly servants, what position do you put our Prince An's Palace in? "

The Ninth Prince took a step back. An Lingge then stepped forward and shielded An Lingjun behind him, "If Ninth Prince wants to use his status of a prince to wantonly insult his family's younger brother, I'll have to beg father to give the emperor a gift. I'll ask him if he's some lowly servant or not in the heart of the emperor."

"The Ninth Emperor's brother is young, and his words are a bit out of proportion. Why would the Miss An care so much?" Seventh Prince Zhao Lanyu walked over with a smile, but his gaze towards An Lingge was not friendly.

As the son of the Imperial Noble Consort Li and An Lingyi's cousin, he naturally spoke towards An Lingyi.

"If Miss An really had Prince An pass him a paper roll, that would truly be a joke." In the cold weather, Zhao Lanyu held a fan and waved it around casually, looking at the fan in his hand, causing An Lingge's stomach to roll.

An Lingjun was about to speak, but was beaten back by someone.

It was unknown when Mu Junhan had appeared here, but his tall and slender figure had attracted quite a few gazes.

There was a carefree smile on his unruly face, his phoenix eyes seemed to carry boundless love, and he only looked at Zhao Lanyu with a hint of coldness. "Could it be that the best course of action is for the Prince An's Palace Hereditary Prince to swallow their anger?"

"Of course, it's just a small matter. Even if it were in front of Royal Father, Royal Father would not even care about it."

Mu Junhan nodded his head, then suddenly waved his hand at Zhao Lanyu, causing Liu Ye who was at the tip of his fingers to be pushed by his Spirit Qi, to fly towards Zhao Lanyu's face along an invisible flow of Qi.

Zhao Lanyu hurriedly dodged, but a patch of Liu Ye still passed by his face, bringing up a thin line of blood.

"Mu Junhan, what do you mean?"

Zhao Lanyu no longer had the mood to shake the fan that was pretending to be romantic. He kept his fan, and stared at Mu Junhan as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Mu Junhan laughed, his handsome face causing several girls to secretly blush.

"This Hereditary Prince was careless and slipped, it was my mistake to injure Seventh Prince, but it was just a small matter, why do you have to get angry, Seventh Prince?"

"You've already injured this prince, and this is just a small matter?" Zhao Lanyu pointed at his own face. His originally handsome face now looked somewhat sinister.

Mu Junhan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, the corners of his mouth still had that lazy smile, as if he did not care about Zhao Lanyu at all. "If Seventh Prince is not satisfied with this Hereditary Prince's apology, then go and tell it to the Emperor. In any case, the Imperial Noble Consort Li has been doted upon by the emperor to a great extent. It would be extremely easy for the Seventh Prince to complain about it. "

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling upon Zhao Lanyu, "But according to Seventh Prince's words, this is just a small matter. Even if the Seventh Prince comes before the emperor, the emperor might not necessarily care."

This was using his own words to stop him!

Zhao Lanyu's heart was stifled, even the thin line of blood on his face started to hurt.

"Heh, Mu Junhan, you are arrogant enough, in the future, don't regret it!"

Although he was not the crown prince, but according to the extent to which his mufei was favored, the Royal Father would still pass down the throne to him.

At that time, he would have the power to make Mu Junhan regret his actions today. He would make Mu Junhan kneel in front of him and beg for forgiveness!

Mu Junhan did not take his words to heart at all, and after exchanging a few casual words with him, Zhao Lanyu was so angry that he turned around and left.

"Elder sister, who is that person?"

An Lingjun lowered her voice and whispered into An Lingge's ear.

This was the second time he had seen Mu Junhan. The last time he was at the palace, the Imperial Consort Yi Empress had made things difficult for him and his sister, so this person had come out to help them.

An Lingge coughed and stuttered as she explained, "He is the Hereditary Prince of the Prince Mu’s Palace, and the Emperor has decreed that he will be married to both the Prince An's Palace and the Prince Mu’s Palace, so …"

An Lingjun nodded, her eyes filled with worship.

His future brother-in-law was truly amazing. Last time, when he made Imperial Consort Yi retreat, he caused Seventh Prince to suffer a setback again.

"Future brother-in-law." A dimple appeared on An Lingjun's face from the smile, her starry eyes blinked, forgetting about the Ninth Prince who had humiliated him.

An Lingge suddenly pinched him, with warning in his eyes.

Fang Qing had not been able to figure out the reason behind's death, and the culprit behind the death of's mother was not found out, but this brat was actually heartless.

An Lingjun was in pain, she grimaced, but her face was still smiling, "Future brother-in-law, you came to find my sister because you have something to say right? I won't disturb the two of you anymore."

This was the academy, and many students were here. Even if the two of them were to speak alone, they wouldn't be accused of being indecent.

An Lingjun retreated a few steps, and seeing that An Lingyi was still standing at her original position, she immediately pulled An Lingyi to her side.

"Don't think about anything you shouldn't."

He lowered his head, and the brilliant smile on his face was no longer there. Instead, it had turned into a menacing expression.