Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Prince Jieyu is handsome and gentle, so the frustration he inadvertently reveals makes people feel particularly sympathetic.

He sat opposite Mu Zhou, stirring his coffee gently, shaking his head helplessly and smiling bitterly:

"Maybe Madam doesn't know, but I once had a dream of becoming a soldier, a dream of serving my country and guarding the borders. But ever since my father became the new king, I know that my dream has been completely shattered."

The throne is hereditary, and if nothing unexpected happens, the first child will inherit it, so Jieyu, as the eldest son, is naturally made prince and crown prince.

After becoming the crown prince, one must undergo systematic study to prepare for future inheritance of the throne.

Naturally, he could no longer continue his previous job, let alone join the army.

Mu Zhou looked at him subtly and agreed faintly:

"That's it."

Seeing her reply, Jieyu's desire to talk became stronger.

He spoke passionately for more than ten minutes, and finally sighed helplessly:

"Actually, I'm under a lot of pressure, but I have no one to talk to. Fortunately, my wife can listen to my useless nonsense."

Mu Zhou smiled perfunctorily:

"how come."

Jieyu changed the subject and started talking about Qi Ranfeng:

"Miss Qi is one of those people whose luck is so good that I envy her. Although she was born on a small island nation, she saved the Commander. With the Commander to rely on for the rest of her life, her life will surely be comfortable."

He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and said hurriedly:

"Madam, I don't mean anything else. Although everyone outside is talking about Miss Legend and the Commander, you are the Commander's wife, and this should not change."

As he spoke, his expression began to become uncertain, and there was a hint of hesitation.

Mu Zhou looked at him with a smile on his lips, thinking:

finally come.

She lifted the hair beside her ear and asked cooperatively:

"what happened?"

Jie Yu looked at her and seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had some concerns.

Mu Zhou was not in a hurry either.

Seeing that she had not taken the initiative to ask, Jie Yu finally could not help it. He glanced at the guard standing not far away and whispered to Mu Zhou:

"Madam, I only said a few more words because I see that you are innocent and kind. You are from a commoner family and have no support. If the commander really wants to change his wife, you have no right to refuse."

Mu Zhou held his chin with one hand, his eyebrows drooping, and he looked helpless:

"...Then, what should I do?"

Jie Yu was deeply shocked by the sad scene of the beauty in front of him, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

After coughing lightly, he looked at Mu Zhou sincerely:

"Maybe I can help you."

"You?" Mu Zhou looked at him with a gloomy look in his eyes, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. "How can you help me?"

Mu Zhou's eyes are slightly upturned, and when he looks at someone seriously, he always seems particularly focused, as if the whole world can only see you.

Jie Yu fell in love with her instantly and wanted to tell her everything about himself.

He wanted to tell Mu Zhou about his ambitions.

He was not willing to be just a mascot, he wanted to be a prince with real power and heavy troops under his command.

He learned some things from Qi Ranfeng, a woman who had no scheming or brains.

Therefore, he wanted to use Qi Ranfeng as an excuse to stimulate Mu Zhou, making her panic and fearful, and use her for his own purposes, becoming a sharp sword to stab the commander.

He also wanted to use his occasional vulnerability to attract Mu Zhou, make her feel sorry for him, understand him, and then be seduced by him.

He knew very well that if a handsome and sunny man suddenly showed a moment of weakness and frustration, it would be easy for women to feel distressed and rush to kiss him.

Many women fall for this.

He also wanted to attract Mu Zhou in this way.

Being able to seduce the commander's woman would make him feel more accomplished.

At this moment, Jie Yu looked at the beauty in front of him and suddenly his mouth became dry.

Just as he was about to say something else, a frightening voice suddenly came from behind him.

"lady."

The commander's unique low voice was like an icy lake in winter, chilling one's heart and lungs.

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Jieyu's back.

Mu Zhou's eyes lit up slightly. She didn't move, but just raised her eyelids slightly and watched him approach step by step.

Jie Yu was suddenly overwhelmed by guilt and fear, and didn't even dare to raise his head.

He thought that Guan Zhuoyan must not have heard their conversation.

He sat up a little straighter, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a pair of military boots. The leather surface was slightly dim, and it looked dangerous and sharp.

She mustered up the courage to look up and saw the commander in a gray-blue military uniform standing behind Mu Zhou, his tall figure almost covering her.

"Are you done?"

she asked.

"Well, it's over."

Guan Zhuoyan placed one hand on the back of the chair behind Mu Zhou, as if holding him completely in his arms:

"What are you talking about?"

His tone was so casual that it seemed as if he was just asking a question casually, but his stern brows were already filled with ice.

After finishing his work, he asked where Mu Zhou was and rushed over without delay.

From a distance, I saw a man and a woman sitting under the same parasol.

The two of them were not close to each other, but there was an inexplicable air of intimacy between them.

The woman is dignified and elegant, but her smile is charming and delicate. She holds her chin with one hand, and the charm she exudes can make all men fall for her.

And beside her, there is a fascinated man.

Even though he couldn't see his face clearly and didn't know his expression at the moment, Guan Zhuoyan thought that he must be addicted and unable to extricate himself.

Thinking of this, Guan Zhuoyan's eyes darkened a little, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes when he glanced at Jie Yu.

Hearing his question, Mu Zhou looked at Jie Yu with a smile in his eyes.

She withdrew her hand from her chin, sat up straight, and almost leaned into Guan Zhuoyan's arms.

She looked up at Guan Zhuoyan and reached out to tug at his shirt:

"Can the heir to the throne only be a prince? Can a princess be one too?"

Guan Zhuoyan didn't expect her to ask about this suddenly. He frowned slightly and answered her seriously:

"The king of an empire can be a prince or a princess. There are no gender requirements, but the eldest son is usually the heir."

Mu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good. Prince Jieyu said he always wanted to be like the commander, to protect the frontier and serve his country, but he couldn't fulfill his dream because of his status as a prince."

Mu Zhou pulled Guan Zhuoyan's hand on his clothes and shook it slightly, as if to act coquettishly:

"Can you help Prince Jieyu and let his sister, the princess, inherit the throne so that Prince Jieyu can go to the frontier? The prince and I got along very well, and he also told me that there are people spreading rumors about you and Xiaofeng, and reminded me to be prepared. Please help him."

With every word Mu Zhou spoke, Jie Yu's face turned paler.

And in the depths of Guan Zhuoyan's dark eyes, a violent scarlet flashed.

Even people who didn't know him well could see his obvious anger and the viciousness emanating from him.

His black eyes, which seemed to be filled with poison, stared straight at Jie Yu, and he spoke slowly, word by word:

"Okay, since Madam has asked for mercy, I will naturally agree."