"Second Madam, do you have any objections?" Yue Zhiting raised her eyebrows slightly.
"No comments!"
Meng Xiangyi hurriedly answered for Qin Meizhen, fearing that he would get burned, "But I'm afraid it won't be easy to break off the marriage..."
"I have said that my father-in-law does not need to worry about breaking off the engagement. Bring the letter of engagement and I will personally cancel the engagement."
Yue Zhiting spread his hands and asked Meng Xiangyi to get the letter of appointment.
Meng Xiangyi opened his mouth and was speechless.
It is certainly a great thing to get married to Prince Yinshan. He is a powerful official. It is only a matter of time for anyone with such a son-in-law to rise to prominence.
But Yue Zhiting was not an ordinary person. He relied on his likes and dislikes to do things. Moreover, how could the emperor not be wary of such a person who was in a high position and was once loved by the late emperor.
Today's honors and favors may just be pretentious. Maybe one day the emperor's centralization of power reaches a certain level, and the powerful ministers will become prisoners.
In his opinion, imperial power is king, but he did not dare to disobey Yue Zhiting's words and could only respond with a silly smile.
"Butler, the engagement letter is in the second drawer of father's study. Go get it."
Meng Zhuoer didn't think much about it when he saw Meng Xiangyi like this. In his opinion, marrying the second prince was the best arrangement.
Meng Xiangyi was stunned and subconsciously wanted to say something. Meng Zhuoer asked him with a smile: "Father, are you dissatisfied with your marriage to Prince Yinshan?"
Yue Zhiting suddenly stood behind Meng Zhuoer and looked at him.
Meng Xiangyi swallowed back everything he said, and smiled: "No... I just think your grandfather hasn't come back yet, so we finally informed her that this was not good."
"There is no need for my father to worry about this. My grandfather has always loved me. He will definitely support my decision. As long as my father has no objection, then everyone will be happy."
"...Everyone is happy."
Meng Xiangyi forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
Soon the housekeeper took out the letter of appointment, and Meng Zhuoer took it and handed it to Yue Zhiting.
Yue Zhiting did not hold the engagement letter directly, but held her wrist: "I can't stay with you for a long time. I have not gone to the morning court today. If you have any trouble later, you can go to Prince Yinshan's Mansion to find him." This king.
The king told you that you have freedom to enter and exit the palace seriously, and there is no need to wrong yourself. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced sharply at Meng Xiangyi and his wife.
Meng Xiangyi's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He knew that Yue Zhiting was looking for him.
Because he almost hurt Meng Zhuoer yesterday.
Meng Zhuoer also knew that he was supporting her and nodded: "Okay."
Yue Zhiting accepted the marriage certificate and turned to Meng Xiangyi and said calmly: "I, the king, have always guarded his shortcomings. I won't say anything else, but my sweetheart, not to mention his father, even if the emperor's brother comes, I will not." He must be protected and no one else is allowed to touch a hair on his head.
I know that my father-in-law loves Zhuo'er, but there is no filial son under the stick. For the sake of your future, you should be more polite to your daughter. "
The words were gentle, but extremely threatening, as much as holding a knife to Meng Xiangyi's neck.
Meng Xiangyi smiled apologetically, and his face almost froze with laughter: "Actually, ordinary people also think that what the prince said is true."
"That's very good."
After giving Meng Xiangyi enough warning, Meng Zhuoer sent Yue Zhiting out.
The two of them said goodbye at the door, but Meng Zhuoer actually felt a little bit reluctant in her heart: "If you enter the palace with a letter of engagement like this, will His Majesty cause you trouble?"
"No, I know very well what kind of temperament the imperial brother has. His tolerance is better than you think. The family ties of the royal family... are not always unreliable."
Meng Zhuoer paused and felt a little relieved: "Then let's go."
That made him go.
Yue Zhi Tingxiao was helpless, but in this large public, he seemed to be unable to do anything else but leave.
Looking at the girl's still red and swollen lips, his throat twitched and he frantically wanted to kiss her lips.
But no.
She was still nominally Yue Zhichen's fiancée, and he didn't want her to get caught up in public opinion.
"I'm leaving."
"Um."
Meng Zhuoer watched Yue Zhiting leave. When she knew the car was gone, she turned around and entered the house.
Bang bang bang——
Suddenly there was a sound of applause, and Yue Zhichen appeared out of nowhere and looked at Meng Zhuoer with a stern look.
He clapped his hands and said with a smile: “It’s really hard to separate a dog from another, even if we leave, we have to walk to the door to see each other off.
But my Highness remembers that I have come to your residence at least a dozen or twenty times, but you have never come out to see me off.
Miss Meng, have you forgotten who is your fiancé? "
When he said that, his eyes became fierce and murderous.
Meng Zhuoer saw that the swelling on Yue Zhichen's face had subsided but the scars were still there, and he smiled sarcastically: "Your Highness, the slap mark on your face is so obvious, why don't you bring a veil to cover it when you go out? If others ask, Your Highness can't You said you fell down the stairs, right?"
Yue Zhichen's expression suddenly dropped, and he rushed to Meng Zhuoer.
Meng Zhuoer stepped back quickly and stretched out his hands in front of him, "This is the Duke Meng's Mansion. If you want to complain again and ask my father to beat me like before, I'm afraid you won't be able to."
"You and Yue Zhiting secretly visited Chen Cang. Do you think that His Highness is dead?"
"Aren't you just dead? I have never seen a man as unworthy as you, actually complaining to a woman's father out of revenge. It was obviously you who was at fault first... What?
Don't you hate me? Now that Yue Zhiting and I are getting married, you will probably be very happy. "
Yue Zhichen's face darkened, and he grabbed Meng Zhuoer's wrist, his eyes almost blazing with anger: "What, you want to marry Yue Zhiting? When did this happen? Why didn't this palace know about it?"
"What are you doing? You're hurting me. Let go..."
Meng Zhuoer struggled hard, but was treated even more rudely.
He gritted his teeth and seemed to concentrate all his strength on his hands: "Meng Zhuo'er, let me ask you what do you mean? Why didn't you tell me that you wanted to break off the engagement? And you also wanted to marry Yue Zhiting?
What about this temple? You are going to marry your ex-fiance's uncle, where do you want to put His Highness? "
"When you and Meng Yifei were trying to push me off the cliff, why didn't you think about where you would put me? Now you ask me to think about it, are you being too double-standard?"
Meng Zhuoer retorted, "You don't even look at what you have done and what kind of virtue you have.
Your pretentiousness should stop here. I don't want to marry you for a long time. You are worse than cow shit in my eyes. "
"You...you dare to humiliate me like this?"
Yue Zhichen was so angry that he slapped Meng Zhuoer.
Meng Zhuoer was never one to suffer, so he threw the opponent over his shoulder and threw him away hard.
Yue Zhichen was so painful that he kept gasping and curled up like a maggot. He stared at Meng Zhuo'er with an expression that was so cruel that he could tear her into pieces: "Meng Zhuo'er... His Highness is going to kill you."
"If you can kill him, then go ahead, but I still advise you to consider whether you can beat my grandfather or my fiancé Yue Zhiting first."
Meng Zhuoer's smile was so sarcastic that she even found it disgusting not to look at Yue Zhichen, so she sneered and left.
"Meng Zhuo'er, get up...come back quickly."
Meng Zhuoer turned a deaf ear and asked someone to close the door after entering the mansion, not bothering to pay attention to the man sitting outside like a joke.
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