Chapter 1237 - Jealousy (1)

Chapter 1237: Jealousy (1)

Murong Ling lifted his head and noticed Lu Yeming standing right in front of him. Within seconds, Lu Yeming had acted, protecting Jun Xiqing behind his tall build.

The corners of Murong Ling’s lips kicked up, revealing a slight smile on his devilishly charming face. “West Duke, you’re really petty. Men are bros forever and women are just like clothes that could be switched out anytime. Just let me take a look at her!”

With that, Murong Ling moved swiftly, stretching out his arm to pass by Lu Yeming, reaching for Jun Xiqing.

But Lu Yeming moved even more quickly than Murong Ling, grasping Jun Xiqing’s svelte waist to pull her into his embrace, his other arm striking Murong Ling’s chest with a swift motion, bringing about a sudden strong gust of wind.

Murong Ling staggered backwards.

“Third Prince!” The royal guards ran over to check on him.

“I’m fine, leave us.” Murong Ling signaled for everyone to leave. “West Duke, you’ve won again!”

Lu Yeming gave Murong Ling an impassive glance. Meanwhile, Jun Xiqing stretched her arm out, pushing Lu Yeming away so that she could get out of his embrace, taking two steps backwards.

He glanced at her.

“Miss Jun must be tired. Bring Miss Jun to her room to have some rest,” Murong Ling ordered.

“Miss Jun, this way please.”

...

The maid brought Jun Xiqing into the Palace, passing by the lobby and heading for the luxury room.

She suddenly stopped in her tracks in the lobby.

Jun Xiqing lifted her head, a huge painting in the middle of the lobby—-The Dragon Totem.

She had seen this Dragon Totem somewhere.

It was on Lu Yeming’s back. The Dragon Totem on his back was the exact one as the huge Dragon Totem painting in this Palace!

“Miss Jun, what are you looking at?” the maid asked.

Jun Xiqing’s heart raced, she had discovered another secret again.

She had many questions in her head. And this secret was able to answer most of the questions she had.

“Why is the Dragon Totem here?”

“Miss Jun, the Murong family has been rulers for generations. It is said that the chosen one would have a Dragon Totem on their body, this was the symbolism of the purest, most supreme bloodline and absolute power.”

Jun Xiqing’s pupils contracted. So... it was indeed like that...

Lu Yeming really wasn’t Lu Jinwen and Lin Xuanji’s son!

He was the son of the King of Country A!

“How was this little virgin in bed? Was he skillful?”

“...”

Murong Ling continued blabbering while following behind her, Jun Xiqing was really speechless.

“Miss Jun!” Murong Ling suddenly grasped her wrist.

Jun Xiqing was forced to stop in her tracks, turning back to look at her. “Third Prince, do you have anything else you need help with?”

Murong Ling looked at her with narrowed eyes, giving a devilish smile as he said, “I want to do you a favor, how about it?”

Jun Xiqing raised her brows. “What kind of favor?”

“You’ve slept with West Duke and I’ll let you sleep with me. This way, you can sleep with two of the most handsome guys in Country A and this is deserving of a reward of its own.”

“...”

Lunatic!

Jun Xiqing looked at Murong Ling, as though she was watching an idiot embarrass himself before she retracted her wrist forcibly.

She turned around. But the next moment, she froze. A tall figure stood in front, it was Lu Yeming.

Lu Yeming’s gaze landed on her face first before it riveted on her wrist that had just been grasped by Murong Ling.

Another lunatic!

Pushing open the door, Jun Xiqing stepped inside the room.

...

In the luxurious room.

Jun Xiqing lifted her arm, taking off her white cloak. The room door opened and Lu Yeming stepped inside.

Hearing him approach, she instantly knitted her brows and shouted, “Get out!”

Clearly ignoring her, Lu Yeming closed the room door behind him, standing there with one hand in his pocket. With his other hand, he undid the top button of his shirt, revealing his sexy collarbones.

As he lifted his head to glance at her, the corners of his lips kicked up into a wry smile. “Go and wash yourself.”

“What?” Jun Xiqing was perplexed.

Lu Yeming lowered his eyes, his gaze on her wrist. “Murong Ling just touched you there, go and wash it now.”

“...”

Was he serious? Jun Xiqing almost burst out into laughter. Murong Ling was relatives with him, they probably inherited the same mental illnesses.

Striding over, she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile. “Lu Yeming, f*ck you!”

As Lu Yeming lifted his head, he licked his lips. This action really made him exude a devilish charm.