Gourmet Girl: Becoming a Royal Merchant Started from Selling Buns

Seeing that she had involved Su An, Fu Zhun's eyes flickered with anger and he glanced at her unhappily.

"It has nothing to do with her. From the day we called off the engagement, we've been no longer related. Marrying someone in the future has nothing to do with each other. You don't have to explain this to me. I just want you to get out of here and not get in my way again!"

Li Wanyue's body trembled slightly after hearing these words, and she looked quite depressed.

Although I felt inexplicably happy when I saw this scene.

But the thoughts of those in power are the hardest to guess, and she doesn't want to be cannon fodder in the Shura field.

Su An, who was caught in the middle, could only act like a quail and try his best to reduce his presence.

Li Wanyue took a step back with tears in her eyes, and suddenly chuckled.

"Since the prince is unwilling to believe me, then I can only die to prove my resolve. I only hope that a hundred years from now, Yue'er can reunite with the prince and continue our past relationship!"

After saying that, she pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and put it against her fair neck.

In an instant, bright red blood oozed out along the knife wound.

If someone really died in her shop, then her shop would become a haunted house.

The value is greatly reduced, and what is lost is a lot of money!

Su An's eyes suddenly widened, and he rushed forward, holding her arm tightly, and trying to persuade her in a gentle voice.

"If you have something to say, talk it over nicely, but don't do anything stupid. Think about it carefully. Since you were forced, then you're not wrong. If you die now to prove your point, and he still doesn't believe you, wouldn't your death be in vain?"

"There's a saying that goes, 'Your body and hair are given by your parents, and you shouldn't abandon them lightly. You're not even afraid of death, so why are you afraid of being misunderstood? The prince isn't such a rigid person. If you explain it to him properly, he'll definitely believe you."

As he spoke, Su An turned around and looked at Fu Zhun, winking at him continuously.

"Your Majesty, don't you agree?"

But unfortunately, her eyes were cramped from blinking so much that Fu Zhun didn't receive it.

Fu Zhun glanced at Li Wanyue and raised his lips sarcastically.

"You don't have to worry about her. She's just pretending to do this to gain my trust. How could someone like her be willing to die so easily?"

After hearing this, Su An's heart sank.

No, it seems all her persuasion was in vain.

As she expected, the next moment Li Wanyue became excited again. She exerted force with the hand holding the dagger, and the blade went in a little.

The bright red blood dripped down the tip of the knife, which looked very creepy.

"Is Yue'er such a person in your heart? How can the prince trust Yue'er?"

Fu Zhun's eyes were cold, and he tapped the handle of the wheelchair lightly with his fingertips and sneered disdainfully.

"If you are truly dead, I will believe what you say is true."

As his last words faded away, the dagger in Li Wanyue's hand fell to the ground. The blood on the blade was shaken off and fell to the ground, blooming into bloodstains.

Li Wanyue looked miserable and nodded slightly.

"Okay, since the prince has said so, Yue'er is willing to die to prove her point!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran out without caring about anything.

Su An stared at her leaving back nervously, frowned, and sighed at Fu Zhun.

"You're such a fool! Can't you just be soft-spoken and say something? What if something really happens to her?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhun was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, but only for a moment.

He soon returned to his indifferent look and spoke in a cold tone.

"I'm just a mortal, not a god in heaven. How can I control her life and death? If she really wants to die, then let her die. What does it have to do with me?"

Having said that, he is a living person after all, and anyone would feel sorry for him!

Su An always felt uneasy and looked outside the door frequently.

About an hour later, someone knocked on the door from outside.

"Your Highness, Miss Li… jumped into the river and committed suicide. Although she was rescued, she is only breathing. She kept calling your name while unconscious. Would you… like to go and see her?"

Jian Yi's cautious voice sounded outside the door.

He actually committed suicide.

Su An suddenly felt a little pitiful for her and subconsciously turned her gaze to Fu Zhun.

The latter's lips were straight and he gave the order without thinking.

"No, if she wants to die, then let her die far away and cleanly. Who are you trying to show off to? Just kick her out. From now on, no one is allowed to let her in without my permission!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Jian Yi quickly bowed and retreated.

No matter how unwilling Li Wanyue was, she had to give up for the time being.

After all, she is expected to be a royal concubine in the future, and she cannot risk her life just to prove her innocence.

Li Wanyue had just committed suicide by jumping into the river in the morning, and Chu Yi came to find her in the afternoon.

He pushed open Fu Zhun's door in a familiar manner, walked to Fu Zhun's side, and sat down with a smile.

"Speaking of which, the Imperial Uncle is truly cruel. Miss Li, such a delicate beauty, sought death for him, and the Imperial Uncle didn't even blink. Sometimes I wonder if the affection between the Imperial Uncle and Miss Li was just a facade."

Fu Zhun was not affected at all. He drew the last stroke neatly and then responded calmly.

"The past is over, Your Majesty, why bring it up again?"

Hearing this, Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips.

He held the teacup in one hand and gently skimmed off the foam with the tea lid in the other, pretending to be emotional.

"That's true. The marriage between the Emperor's uncle and Miss Li has been called off. Their future marriages are irrelevant. It's a pity that the Emperor's uncle and Miss Li have been engaged for several years, but he hasn't been able to experience her pleasure. I've only known her for a few days, and I've already had her enjoying my pleasure."

"I have tasted it for my uncle. Although it is not as delicious as the actors, it is still a beauty."

The irony in his words was extremely obvious.

But Fu Zhun just raised his eyes indifferently, glanced at him, and his tone was calm.

"Has the Emperor had enough of snatching people?"

There was a madness flashing in Chu Yi's eyes as he laughed out loud.

"Enough? How can it be? If I want a woman in the world, no one can refuse me."

"Oh, right, I still want Miss Nasu to be my concubine. Doesn't she long for freedom and want to soar into the sky? I will break her wings and trap her in the deep palace. I will also torture her every day and make her live a life worse than death."

He suddenly put the teacup in his hand on the table, leaned forward, and raised the corners of his mouth wickedly.

"The more distressed the emperor's uncle is, the happier I am."

Originally, Fu Zhun had no intention of arguing with him, but when he saw that Chu Yi dared to set his sights on Su An, his face became visibly gloomy and his grip tightened.

He pulled out a whip from behind his wheelchair and swung it at Chu Yi with all his strength.

"Since you call me Imperial Uncle, I should teach you a lesson today. Kneel down!"