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Chapter 79: My Prince (8)

However, at this moment, Mudeya was looking at the embarrassed Avira beside him with deep affection, which was really not the gentlemanly demeanor that a prince should have.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Song Zhishu wasn't annoyed. She just hid Avi behind her back and rolled her eyes silently. She couldn't help but think to herself, "No matter what, as the male lead, you should have some class."

But she couldn't be as unruly as this so-called prince with a genuine temperament. Song Zhishu didn't care about his rude behavior; she simply gestured for Edel, who was silently displeased beside her, to pull out a chair, and then slowly sat down.

"Bring me a cup of tea," Song Zhishu said calmly, though she was secretly thrilled, feeling suddenly elevated in status. Avril glanced at her gratefully, hurriedly curtsied, and went to brew the tea. But this flustered scene, witnessed by Eder and Mudeya, presented a rather unique spectacle.

Holy crap, that's so cute.

"..." Song Zhishu's eyebrows twitched. She helplessly rubbed her forehead with her lace-gloved hand. After thinking of a solution for a long time, she put on an impeccable smile and naturally said, "Prince Mudeya, you seem to be... very interested in my maid."

“What maid?” Mudeya was very unhappy with the title. She glared angrily at the innocent-looking Song Zhishu, frowned, and said haughtily, “She is my little wildcat.”

"..." Tsk

She suppressed her discomfort, silently muttered "idiot," and reluctantly went along with it: "Ah... then why do you like your little wildcat so much? I remember your purpose for coming here wasn't this, was it?" "Hey, no, why are you so talkative?" Mudeya complained, "I want to see my little wildcat!"

I met your mother

“Prince Mudaya!” Song Zhishu’s face turned cold, a faint sneer playing on his lips: “If you continue to be so rude, I won’t hesitate to chop off your little wildcat’s claws!”

"How dare you!" Mudeya slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"You'll see if I, the princess, dare to do it!" Song Zhishu laughed in anger, and stood up abruptly. Although she was not as tall as him, she still had a commanding presence.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense. Seeing that the situation was turning against him, Edel slightly blocked her way and gave her a cold look.

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, Song Zhishu suddenly felt that being protected like this was actually quite nice.

Mudeya was somewhat deflated; after all, his beloved was now someone else's maid. He sat down unwillingly, glaring resentfully at Song Zhishu as she gracefully took her seat. "Prince Mudeya, things have come to this, and I no longer need to feign politeness with you. I'll lay my cards on the table today: this marriage is yours to take or leave it, but Avril..." Song Zhishu gently blew on the freshly brewed tea, then pulled Avril's trembling hand under the table, sneering repeatedly, "She will absolutely not be the person you can take back."

"Is this how a princess treats her guests?" Mudeya was unusually calm, smiling elegantly, and finally put on the airs of a prince.

"Hehe." Song Zhishu chuckled softly, a pleasant sound, but it was very grating to Mudeya's ears: "The way to treat guests? You've just arrived in our country, a newcomer, and you want to take away my personal maid? If I didn't know your identity, I'd probably think you were a robber."

Correct.

Edel, standing nearby, quietly uttered a comment.

You know what, this little princess is actually quite useful. He curled his lips into a smile.