"Yuan Mi?"
Ji Cheng paused, his eyes gradually clearing, and he said lightly, "Ask her to wait for me in the lobby."
"What are you doing that would disgrace me?"
Yuan Mi's voice came from outside the door, and the next moment, the door was pushed open.
Ji Cheng was stunned and looked towards the door subconsciously.
Yuan Mi was dressed in a brocade dress with peonies embroidered on it, and a goose-yellow cloak. She was holding Tang Pozi in her hand, and half of her face was retracted into the circle of rabbit fur at the collar. She looked very cute.
Seeing that there were others in the room, Yuan Mi blinked but did not stop.
Seeing her sudden intrusion, the man frowned even more and asked, "Is the Ninth Princess of the Yan Dynasty such a person with no rules and etiquette?"
Hearing this, Ji Cheng's face darkened and he scolded in a low voice, "Cong You, watch your words."
Cong You was displeased and straightened his back, his eyes shining brightly on Yuan Mi. From the look on his face, he didn't want to settle the matter.
He didn't like Dayan women at all. They were delicate and pretentious, all of them looked like porcelain dolls, as if they could be blown over by a gust of wind. They were not half as bold as their Turkic women.
Yuan Mi glanced at him, feeling funny in his heart, and retorted, "What are the rules?"
"Compared to Dayan, the Turks are already a defeated country. Instead of saluting me, you made sarcastic remarks when you saw me. Is this the rule of your Turks?"
Cong You snorted coldly, feeling increasingly displeased with her, and raised his voice a bit, "If you break in without warning, if you are in a military camp, the Ninth Princess may have to be served with military sticks."
"You also know that this is not a military camp." Yuan Mi sat down beside Ji Cheng and said in a calm tone, "This is Dayan. The house you are staying in was given to you by my imperial brother, and it is not your permanent residence. "
"It really opened my eyes to be so aggressive when I was living under someone else's roof."
Yuan Mi's words were not wrong, but they made Cong You's eyes red with anger.
Ji Cheng put his hand to his lips, coughed twice, and hid his smile.
Today's Yuan Mi is not as indecisive as when we first met him, he is sharp-tongued, straightforward and naive, and he is much more lively.
"Wise words!" Cong You clenched his fists, his eyes lingering on Yuan Mi and Ji Cheng, and secretly gritted his teeth, "If the third prince gets such a woman, his life will not be easy."
Cong You's tone was unkind, and there was no respect in his eyes.
Yuan Mi frowned and smiled angrily, "Ji Cheng is your master and your servant. If you dare to show off in front of your master, how many heads do you have enough to chop off?"
"Besides, you Turks are the ones who want to marry you. If you are not satisfied with me, you can take your betrothal gift and go back to your own land."
Yuan Mi sat with a dignified posture and a certain temperament. "Who are you? You dare to shout in front of Ji Cheng. Do you think you are the Khan of Heaven?"
Ji Cheng's lips curled up slightly, and he couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes, "What the Ninth Princess said makes sense."
Cong You had never experienced such humiliation before. He immediately stood up and said with sharp eyes, "Third Prince, don't forget your identity!"
"presumptuous!"
Yuan Mi scolded angrily, and also lost his temper. He immediately wanted to give him some color.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Ji Cheng stretched out his big hand to grasp Yuan Mi's thin wrist and pulled her back to him.
Yuan Mi couldn't move, so he could only stare at Cong You with a pair of apricot eyes, and said loudly, "Who gave you the courage to talk to him like this!"
Ji Cheng's pupils reflected Yuan Mi's face, and he saw that she was so angry because of him that she lost her mind for a moment.
Cong You ignored her and just snorted heavily.
Ji Cheng came back to his senses, glanced at Cong You coldly, his eyes were deep, and said quietly, "Get out."
Cong You was dissatisfied. When he turned around, he kicked down the stool beside him and strode out the door.
Yuan Mi was very angry. When he saw this, he turned his head and glared at Ji Cheng, gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't even hit him fifty times, and you let him go so easily?"
"I thought you were someone who could protect me at first, but now I see you are very cowardly, and you are not as good as a woman like me!"
The corners of Ji Cheng's lips raised slightly, and his face was not as cold as before. There was a bit more smile in his words, "It's not your fault, why should I care about him?"
"Why are you not as good as me?" Yuan Mi puffed up his face, "The implication of what he said just now is that I am not worthy of you, can't you hear it?"
"I will punish him." Ji Cheng lowered his head and chuckled, with a lazy tone, "Don't be angry, I'm not good enough for you."
Yuan Mi snorted coldly, with a look of surprise on his face, "I was acting like a dull gourd just now. I don't know where all the previous skills have gone."
Ji Cheng raised his eyebrows, looked down at her, and said slowly, "Perhaps everything went to you."
"This is the first time I've seen you showing your teeth and claws like this. To make you so angry in just a few words is not like your style. Could it be..." Ji Cheng trailed off with a smile in his words, "Want to vent your anger on my behalf? "
Yuan Mi paused for a moment, his eyes fell on the hands on his wrists, and he broke away suddenly, a blush quietly appearing on his earlobes.
"I..." Yuan Mi's eyes dodge, and there is some guilt on his face, "I will marry you soon. From now on, when we live together, we will naturally be of the same mind. Anyone who bullies you is the same as bullying me."
"One body and one mind..."
Ji Cheng looked stunned, his expression frozen on his face, his heart trembling slightly, "But if you don't like me, can you still be of the same mind as me?"
"Leave the emotional matters to time." Yuan Mi lowered his eyebrows slightly and said in a calm tone, "You are my chosen husband, and it is also my responsibility as a princess. No matter what the future results will be, at least... … I have no regrets.”
"I agreed to the marriage. In the days to come, I will trust you and respect you. I hope you will also trust me and protect me."
Ji Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes fell on her still pretty face that had not been put on any makeup. Inexplicable emotions surged in her eyes.
You are my chosen husband...
How did she say this in a normal tone?
Ji Cheng couldn't describe how he felt in his heart. He only felt that his limbs were numb, his ears were burning badly, and the corners of his mouth could not restrain themselves from rising.
"Thanks."
Apart from that, Ji Cheng didn't know what else to say.
Yuan Mi felt strange, tilted his head and asked, "Thank me for what?"
Thank you for choosing me and coming to me.
Ji Cheng raised his face and looked at the pillars on the hanging beams, but finally did not say what was in his heart.
"Have you lost your mind?" Yuan Mi rolled his eyes at him and asked softly, "Tell me about that man just now. Who is he? He dares to talk to you, a prince, like this?"
When Ji Cheng heard this, he smiled lightly and said, "Tujue is not the Great Yan, and the Khan is not the emperor."
"If the Emperor of Dayan is said to be cold-blooded, then he is ruthless." Ji Cheng's expression was relaxed, as if he was not talking about his own deeds. "Khan is the most profit-oriented. If his son has no merit, he will be nothing in his eyes." Even worse, my subordinates followed suit and never took us seriously."
Ji Cheng was silent for a while and then sneered, "It's normal to make sarcastic remarks. If you make a mistake and fall into their hands, you will be beaten or scolded at least, or..."
