You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

At this moment, a delicate voice broke the strange atmosphere:

"Brother Ying, Sister Yue, I didn't expect to run into you here, what a coincidence!"

A frail girl in a white dress came over, looking much better than the previous two days.

Liu Yiyi came over and saw the sachet hanging on Xiao Yan's waist from a distance. She said in surprise:

"Brother Ying, I didn't expect you to wear the sachet embroidered by Yiyi!"

As she spoke, she pouted slightly:

"It's a pity that Yiyi's embroidery is not very beautiful."

Lin Zhaoyue followed Liu Yiyi's gaze and looked towards Xiao Yun's waist. Sure enough, she saw a black silk sachet with cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread hanging there. The embroidery was excellent and matched his black clothes very well.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at the sachet, still a little dazed.

It wasn’t because of the sachet, but because Xiao Yan was wearing such a conspicuous sachet, but she didn’t notice it at first.

In the past, she could even find any mud on the soles of Xiao Yan's shoes, let alone the sachet.

Does she really not love him anymore?

Having loved Xiao Yan for more than ten years, loving him has almost become an instinct. Even if she hates him, she is not sure whether she still loves Xiao Yan. Now this instinct is gradually degenerating, and Lin Zhaoyue feels very surprised.

Lin Zhaoyue knew Liu Yiyi's trick. She was just trying to say in a roundabout way that the person Xiao Ying cared about was her. After all, she had given Xiao Ying a lot of sachets before, but Xiao Ying chose to wear hers.

Xiao Yun lowered his eyes to glance at the purse around his waist, and almost subconsciously looked up at Lin Zhaoyue.

The girl slightly curved her lips, looking very happy. When she saw him looking at her, she said:

"Then I won't bother you two any more. I have something else to do at the Lin Mansion, so I'll go back first."

Xiao Yun looked at the girl's indifferent expression, her eyes like black ice without any emotion.

She didn't react at all!

Looking at Lin Zhaoyue who turned around and walked towards the carriage without hesitation, Xiao Yan's expression was a little cold.

He looked at Liu Yiyi beside him and said:

"You are weak, don't stay outside in the wind, Lanzhi, send your girl back."

Liu Yiyi wanted to say something, but saw Xiao Yan had already caught up with Lin Zhaoyue.

The hands hanging by his side tightly grasped the handkerchief.

Spring Hunt! She must make Lin Zhaoyue die!

Lin Zhaoyue looked at Xiao Yan behind her and frowned:

"Prince, what does this mean?"

"I just happened to be going to the Duke's Mansion. Miss Lin, do you mind if I go in the carriage with you?"

Lin Zhaoyue smiled: "I mind."

"Then I won't bother you anymore. I'll take a carriage there myself. But my arm hasn't healed yet. When I meet Lord Lin later, I'll have to ask him for a bottle of medicine."

If Duke Lin knew that she had assassinated the prince, he would probably be frightened to death.

Threatening her again!

Lin Zhaoyue looked at him coldly: "Didn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince say that this matter is over? The Crown Prince's words are binding, are you going to break your promise?"

Xiao Yan chuckled, "I just want to ask Duke Lin for a bottle of medicine. As for whether Duke Lin will think too much, that is none of my business. Although I am the crown prince, I cannot influence other people's thoughts! For example, Miss Lin is fickle and I cannot control her."

As he said this, he glanced at Chu Bai, hinting at something.

Lin Zhaoyue sneered.

Yes, yes, yes, he has loved Liu Yiyi as much as ever for ten years, he is deeply affectionate!

"Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has said so, it is difficult for this servant to say anything."

After saying that, he turned and got into the carriage.

The carriage was covered with soft Persian carpets and smelled of lovely flowers.

Xiao Yan sat opposite Lin Zhaoyue. He looked up at Lin Zhaoyue, who was looking outside the carriage and had no intention of talking to him. He said:

"You were so sure that the silk would increase in value? But what do you know?"

Lin Zhaoyue frowned. She wanted to be with Xiao Yan so much before, but now she wanted to stay away from him.

When you are with him, you must keep your mind clear at all times so that you will not be led by him.

"It is normal for prices in the market to fluctuate. When prices drop, they rise. The silk prices of those foreign merchants cannot even cover their costs, so they cannot last long. Your Highness, although I am a woman, I still understand these things."

"that is it?"

Lin Zhaoyue nodded: "What do you think, Prince?"

The rich smell of ambergris wafted into Lin Zhaoyue's nose. She recalled the scene in the villa that day when Xiao Yan and Liu Yiyi were in the same room. She felt nauseous in her heart.

"You hate being alone?"

Lin Zhaoyue turned her head away and said in a faint voice:

"I dare not. Your Highness is the crown prince. His words can decide life and death. I dare not hate the crown prince."

Seeing that she was avoiding his sight, Xiao Yan reached out and pinched her chin.

She put on a little makeup today, and her already pink lips were smeared with red lip balm, making her beauty even more prominent.

"Why don't you dare look at me? Are you lying, huh?"

As he spoke, he rubbed her red lips with his fingertips, intending to wipe off the red lip balm, but he didn't expect that the lip balm would be smeared and stained on the corners of her mouth and lips, making them messy as if someone had kissed her hard, making people want to torture her severely.

The sexy Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the phoenix eyes stared at the red lips darkly.

madman!

Crazy again!

"Xiao Yan, this is the carriage!"

Lin Zhaoyue thought that after hearing this, he would restrain himself, but he didn't care at all. He even stretched out a hand and pinched the back of her neck.

It was like pinching a kitten and forcing her to look up at him.

"Hmm? You hate me?"

Lin Zhaoyue tried to struggle, but Xiao Yan's hands exerted a little force, and Lin Zhaoyue felt as if her chin and the back of her neck were about to be crushed by him.

Her eyes were red from the pain, and even her pretty nose was pink.

It's so pitiful!

But she still looked at him with wolf-cub eyes, as if she wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.

Lin Zhaoyue clenched her fists, her eyes growing colder:

"What does Your Highness want to hear?"

"Of course it's the truth."

"it's OK."

She hates!

"Hmm? So you like me? Or do you like that Xiaobai?"

Lin Zhaoyue frowned. What's the matter with Guan Chubai?

Seeing Lin Zhaoyue's hesitation, Xiao Yun's eyes flashed with murderous intent:

"Lin Zhaoyue, you must remember that you are my Crown Princess!"

Lin Zhaoyue caught the murderous intent in his eyes and was slightly shocked. This madman was ruthless to her even when he was mad, let alone Chu Bai, who was just a lowly servant in his eyes.

Lin Zhaoyue clutched the hem of her skirt tightly:

"Your Highness is overthinking. Naturally, I like you."

I don’t know if he was comforted by her words, but the man’s expression softened a little:

"Hmm? How much do you like Gu?"

"Of course I do... I like it very much, very much. Hasn't the prince felt it in the past two years?"

How can you not feel the burning sensation when there is fire burning next to you?

Lin Zhaoyue looked at Xiao Yan and asked:

"What about the prince? Do you like your subject?"

Xiao Yan's body stiffened for a moment, her dark eyes held emotions she couldn't understand, and the hand that was pinching her chin loosened.

He sat up slowly, without looking at her, and said coldly:

"It's been two years. I thought Miss Lin was not so dull that she didn't know who I liked."

Lin Zhaoyue sneered. She was indeed slow-witted, which was why she couldn’t tell in her previous life that the person he loved was Liu Yiyi.

She thought that he was just taking care of Liu Yiyi as a junior sister, and since Liu Yiyi was an orphan, he took extra care of her.

This is better, at least... she won't be soft-hearted anymore.