Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Meaning, if she hadn't been a princess, she might have done it long ago.

"Oh right," she smiled slightly and stepped closer.

Using a volume that only two people could hear, he asked meaningfully, "Does your hand still hurt?"

This sentence can be described as a naked provocation.

Zhaoyang stared at her gloomily, as if he was going to eat her alive in the next second.

The hand that was in severe pain looked normal on the surface, but in fact, it hurt to the core.

She couldn't find any flaws, which left her with no evidence to even complain to the emperor.

"You did it on purpose." She gritted her teeth and spit out these words.

The beautiful woman in front of her looked like she had stepped out of a painting. She slowly brushed her hair, her lips curved gently,

"The princess is so complimentary, but the daughter of the people actually didn't do anything."

"But I would like to advise Your Highness the Princess. Since Rong Li is my husband, the Princess should also show some respect and stop staring at other people's things. After all, you are a noble princess, aren't you?"

How could a princess who had everything still steal someone else's husband? What a price drop.

She was sarcastic every word.

"You——" Zhaoyang was a pampered and lawless princess. She had never experienced such ridicule and humiliation.

She was so angry that her nose was crooked, and her newly returned rationality showed signs of leaving.

However, this time she didn't take action yet,

A noble and cold figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

This was the first time that she was so close to him, so close that she could touch him, so close that she could even smell the cool breath on his body.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?"

His voice was as cold as ever, and even today, there was a bit more anger that everyone could hear.

Facing his cold eyes, Zhaoyang's anger was instantly extinguished by cold water, and the curse words were stuck in his mouth, unable to move.

She opened her mouth to say something.

But the Master Tutor, who was as cold as a noble in front of him, pulled the weak lady behind him and looked at her face carefully.

It was obvious that nothing happened to her face at first glance, but his fingers trembled slightly and he touched it gently.

"Beat?" He frowned deeply and pursed his thin lips.

He was still wearing an official uniform, and it looked like he had hurried back from the imperial court, with a slight chill on his body.

"." Yun Si blinked her watery eyes, trying to say that she was fine.

But he glanced at the row of guards behind Princess Zhaoyang, and his eyes became colder than ever before.

His body was as slender as a pine tree, but his words were colder than the temperature in the ice and snow. He said,

"Your Highness, what happened today has become known to everyone. Does Your Highness want to cause trouble to His Majesty by making such a fuss?"

The Taifu, who had always treated others with courtesy, was already out of line with the rules as he expressed anger in every word.

But no one dared to speak. Even Zhaoyang, who had always been domineering and unreasonable, took a step back uncontrollably, unable to say a word.

After all, she is a woman who has not left the court and is thin-skinned. No matter how arrogant and unrestrained Zhaoyang is on weekdays, he is still half panicked when he is scolded like this by a happy person.

She wanted to explain something subconsciously, but looking at him and the way he was obviously protecting the woman, somehow, it was as if her brain had been hit hard with a mallet, and she suddenly felt - she What a stupid move.