Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 49 The Sick Crown Prince (5)

Chunmei recently discovered that her highness seemed to be entangled with the powerful Prime Minister Xie recently.

Jing Ru is now squatting here early in the morning to thank the Prime Minister, and then pretends to meet him by chance.

It's okay once or twice, but... it's like this every time, Your Highness, don't you think that Prime Minister Xie didn't have a brain in the morning...?
Moreover, the second princess had already used this trick, and Prime Minister Xie didn't eat it at all.

Not long after, the person who wanted to squat appeared. Her Highness beside her stood up with a whoosh, smoothed her hair, straightened her clothes, and walked out pretending to be surprised.

"Thank you, Prime Minister, what a coincidence."

Chunmei covered her face: "..." She didn't even change her lines.

But the other person really replied seriously: "What a coincidence."

"Shall we go to court together?" His Highness asked.

"it is good."

vertical day.

"Thank you, Prime Minister, what a coincidence."

"What a coincidence."

"Shall we go to morning court together?"

"it is good."

Day three.

Fourth day.

...

Chunmei and Ziyu: “…………”

After the morning court, Ming Cen had just stepped out of the palace gate, when the second princess chased after him.

Unceremoniously pulling Ming Cen aside, Ming Cen's back was slightly hurt from the bump.

"Your Highness!" Chunmei exclaimed and ran to Ming Cen to protect her: "What are you doing, Your Highness, the Second Princess?"

Mingfu kicked Chunmei away, and said with a sneer, "How dare a little maid question me?!"

"If the second sister has anything to say, you can tell me directly. What are you doing to touch the maidservant? Could it be that because of the gentle nature of the orphan, you think that the orphan is a clay man?"

Mingcen pulled Chunmei up and stood in front of her to protect her. The eyes staring at Mingfu lost the warmth of the past. The court clothes complement each other.

Mingfu didn't take it seriously, and her face was full of sarcasm: "Orphan? That's right, His Royal Highness Chu Jun can still live in the East Palace now, but with this sick man's body... I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, Eldest Sister."

"So..." Mingfu approached her with a low tone, "Stay away from the words, don't think that you are not someone you can get!"

Xie Huaiyu said it in words.

Small characters are generally only used by those who are close to them, and it is already very rude for the second princess to do so.

Ming Cen couldn't help but feel a little more angry. How could her little cutie be coveted by others?
In the corridor not far away, there was a touch of ink-colored clothes. Hearing their conversation, Xie Huaiyu's footsteps froze suddenly, and his brows were furrowed.

Then, he heard that very familiar voice recently, very soft but clear words.

She said: "Is he yours?"

Different from the gentle spring rain in the past, soft and well-behaved, the tone was actually a bit colder than this midwinter.

"If Prime Minister Xie doesn't like me, I will respect his choice instead of stalking him after rejecting him. This is called Qiao Xiang."

It is me, not alone.

Is this considered a respect?

Put aside the identities of princes and courtiers, and put women and men on an equal footing.

She is much more interesting than I thought.

Xie Huaiyu lowered his eyes, and the cold facial features seemed to soften a lot.

When the sound of the argument dissipated under the drifting snow, he suddenly curled his thin lips and smiled.

In an instant, everything in the world lost its color.

Like ripples in the water.

**
When Ming Cen returned to the Crown Prince's palace, the young eunuch beside her ancestor hurriedly came to report that her ancestor had invited her to go to Taixuan Palace.

She hasn't made a move yet, so she's starting to question her?

Ming Cen sneered in his heart, but also changed direction, heading towards Taixuan Palace.

It's time to mention some things. Do you really think she is a soft persimmon?
Ming Cen thought.

(End of this chapter)