Yue Zhichen continued to show his face: "His Royal Highness has asked my mother and concubine to tell my father about breaking off the engagement. You want to be the second imperial concubine in your next life."
"Who wants to marry you? Don't flatter yourself. It was Mrs. Yao who invited me here today. Do you think it's because of you? You're a sentimental thing. In my eyes, you're just a daddy."
Meng Zhuoer took out Yao's post and threw it at the other party, "But since you said you want to break off the engagement with me, you'd better do it and don't let me look down on you."
Although I look down upon it now.
Yue Zhichen's expression changed slightly after seeing the post, but he still felt that she was playing hard to get: "Anyway, no matter how hard you try, I will never marry you, let alone like you, so just give up." …As for my grandmother’s leg disease,
If you are sensible, leave as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you. How can a waste like you understand boring and profound medicine? "
"Yue Zhichen, are you being too lenient? Since grandma is willing to let me see it, I am also willing to show it to grandma. What do you call a dog like a mad dog?"
Meng Zhuoer couldn't bear it anymore, "Do you think that everyone is rushing to fawn over you like Meng Yifei? Who are you?"
"How dare you speak to His Highness like this?"
Yue Zhichen was furious, especially after leaving the hot spring villa. He had no patience with Meng Zhuoer.
"Since you were rude first, why do I have to be nice to you?"
Meng Zhuoer didn't want to get into too much trouble with him, so she turned around and left, but was dragged back by Yue Zhichen.
He was so strong that it hurt Meng Zhuoer.
Yue Zhichen's expression was gloomy and terrifying: "What did you say? How dare you say it again. No one in this world dares to speak to me like this."
"Let go, you're hurting me." Meng Zhuoer also got angry, "Who do you think you are? A prince, do you really think you are the Supreme Being? No one dares to speak to you like this... Do you think you are a prince? Is it to give you face? Actually, it is to give face to Your Majesty.
You are neither a prince nor a powerful person. Do you think you are very powerful? I think you are already twenty, do you have any military merit? Have you ever handed over a useful memorial plan to His Majesty?
To put it harshly, you have no meritorious military service, you can only recite poems and compose poems, and you are arty. "
Speaking of this, Meng Zhuoer suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, "No, a few years ago, the Nanyan Kingdom attacked our important trading city on the border of the Southern Guangdong Principality and was besieged. It was Your Highness, the Second Highness, who personally led the troops to fight. It's a pity that you don't have a good mind. He made a wrong decision, which ultimately led to a sharp drop in morale. If King Yinshan hadn't arrived in time, the siege would have been someone else's."
She mocked mercilessly: "Except for the fact that you were born into a good child, you are useless."
"you……"
These words all stepped on Yue Zhichen's minefield. His face turned red and he gritted his teeth. His clenched fist seemed to be about to swing at Meng Zhuoer in the next second.
Meng Zhuoer also noticed it. According to her sensible personality in the past, she would definitely click on it to avoid getting hurt.
But she didn't, and the corners of her lips raised in a very subtle way.
"What? You get angry when you talk about your pain points? Are you incompetent and you don't allow others to talk about it? You are so incompetent that even your ears are soft. You can't stand being said a few words. You are as fragile as tofu. .
Incompetence is incompetence, is there any difficulty in admitting it out loud? "
When it came to the last sentence, Meng Zhuoer deliberately raised his voice for fear that others wouldn't know.
"you……"
Yue Zhichen slapped Meng Zhuoer angrily.
Meng Zhuoer closed her eyes fiercely, waiting for the slap to hit hard, but she didn't even dodge.
But for a long time, there was no pain on his face. Instead, he heard Yue Zhichen shout in surprise: "Uncle Eleven."
Meng Zhuoer was confused. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yue Zhichen's hand hanging in the air and being caught. It was... Yue Zhiting.
Meng Zhuoer was shocked and slightly unhappy: "What are you doing here?"
Yue Zhiting looked worried.
Why are you still acting like this when you are here to help her?
Yue Zhichen hurriedly explained: "Uncle Eleventh Emperor, this woman..."
"No matter what the reason is, it is always wrong to hit someone, let alone the person standing in front of you is your fiancée."
The man spoke abruptly, and Meng Zhuoer was somewhat flattered.
Is he trying to stand up for himself?
Why is it so unreal?
He looked at Meng Zhuoer: "Although your fiancée is a bit mediocre in appearance, she has no manners or temperament..."
Meng Zhuoer had a question mark on his face.
Yue Zhiting raised her eyebrows and slowly turned her gaze: "But as the prince and the eldest son of the emperor, you are the face of the royal family. If you hit your fiancée, do you know how the royal family will be talked about if word gets out? If this matter comes to you Father..."
"Uncle Emperor, I know I was wrong."
Yue Zhichen was so flustered that he bowed his hands and bowed to apologize before Yue Zhiting could be held accountable.
Meng Zhuoer looked at it with a look of disgust.
Just this, just this?
It's just that the bullying and the fear of force are written on his face, which is so out of character.
Meng Zhuoer curled up the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but click his tongue twice.
Youdao was running ahead with her mouth and chasing after her with her brain. By the time she realized it, it was already too late.
The two men's eyes fell on her at the same time.
Yue Zhichen's face suddenly turned green, but he had to maintain this bowing posture before Yue Zhiting said anything.
Yue Zhiting's eyes were dark, bottomless like the sky at night, and her slightly raised eyebrows seemed to be a little playful.
"You continue, I have something else to do."
Meng Zhuoer didn't bother to talk to the two of them. Anyway, Yue Zhichen really couldn't be his own master. As for Yue Zhiting...
In the eyes of the other party, she is still useful to him now, and she is definitely safe for now.
"you……"
Yue Zhichen did not expect that she would not take him seriously, and became angry.
He wanted to order Meng Zhuoer to come back, but the eyes of the cold-tempered man opposite him suddenly fell on him.
The powerful aura made him immediately lose the ability to speak, and he bowed his head obediently.
"This king is teaching you, do you really want others to be present?"
Yue Zhichen felt a chill running down his spine: "My nephew didn't think carefully."
He couldn't help but swallow, and didn't even dare to look up at the man in front of him.
Yue Zhiting straightened his clothes slowly, without any intention of encouraging him, but he glanced at the direction the girl left from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
Meng Zhuoer ran back to the front hall, where Mrs. Yao was giving orders for today's meal to the people below. She was beaming when she saw her coming.
"Grandma~"
She trotted over and called someone obediently.
"Why did you come back alone? Where is the Second Highness?"
Old Mrs. Yao looked at the direction Meng Zhuoer was coming back from and said.
"It seemed that King Yinshan wanted to say something to him. It was not convenient for me as an outsider to listen, so I ran away in a wise manner."
Meng Zhuoer's voice was clear and watery, but she was actually snickering in her heart.
Grandma, your grandson is being trained.
