The prince turned back to look at Lingchan. He softened his voice and said gently: "Achan, don't be afraid. Did he bully you in Tantai? If you tell me, I will definitely vent my anger on you."
Lingchan looked up at him timidly, but shook her head and whispered: "No... I am proposing to His Highness Prince An."
"..."
Tantai Zhi felt that he might have had some hallucination.
His ears must be broken, right?
"I am asking for marriage from His Highness Prince An, and His Highness Prince An did not bully me."
The beautiful girl in front of him repeated it again, clear, cruel, and every word poured into his heart.
This was the girl he was in love with. This was the person he told his mother he wanted to stay with for the rest of his life. He promised to marry her as a wife, and she blushed and said she would wait for him... …
Why does this happen?
He couldn't understand it, he couldn't accept it.
The prince took a deep breath, put on a kind smile, ignored the sharp-eyed King An beside him, and only focused on the girl in front of him, "Achan, don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will stand by By your side, I will protect you..."
His voice was trembling, and at the most inappropriate time, when his love rival was sneering beside him, he said the confession deep in his heart: "I love you."
He softly sang a song about begging for a wife: "My fair lady, a gentleman likes to ask for...I can't get what I want. I sleep hard and think about it, leisurely and leisurely, tossing and turning..."
A graceful lady plays the harp and the harp...the bells and drums make her happy.
His Royal Highness the Prince, who was gentle and radiant, sang for her in a low voice, his dark eyes were warm and soft, as if he were receiving a pool of spring water.
Ling Chan couldn't help but clenched the prince's slender fingers in her hand.
Her eyes gradually turned red.
When King An saw this, he sneered, "Your Highness, do you still want to be embarrassed? What are you doing to someone else's fiancée?"
Lingchan's slender body trembled.
The joy and nostalgia overflowing in her eyes disappeared at this moment.
She slowly let go of the prince's hand.
Raising her head, she smiled weakly and bleakly, but firmly, like a female warrior who was wounded on the battlefield but still majestic, rejecting herself.
...it was obviously her who let go of his hand.
...It was obvious that she was going to abandon him.
Why are your eyes red? It seems like he is the one who was cruelly left behind?
Why would a heartless person pretend to be aggrieved and sad?
So Tantai Zhi cannot be trusted.
He couldn't believe that the person he loved was a cold-blooded person.
He should give more trust to the people he loves.
So he once again spoke to save himself, "A-Chan..."
The trembling, weak voice startled Tantai Zhi, but he insisted: "You can trust me, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."
"Can't."
Ling Chan looked at him with red eyes, but still pushed his hand away firmly.
The empty hand trembled in the air.
King An sneered at the side: "There is no need to be like this. Your noble Highness, are you shameless?"
He frowned with thick black eyebrows and looked at the girl coming towards him. His eyes were cold, without any warmth, only a hint of ridicule: "Is this your relationship? It doesn't look good either."
"And you," he pinched Lingchan's fair and tender cheeks, his fingertips sinking deeply into the tender cheek flesh, "you are a little lunatic."
He won't relent anymore.
To her, he was just a tool to get out of trouble. She couldn't bear to leave her lover, so she let him, a stranger with whom she had nothing to do, take over.
...The butterflies in his heart died.
Who cares?
From the corner of his eye, he saw the prince clenching his fists in patience.
When he was on stage, he laughed harder and more meanly, like a poor actor with nothing, who could only try to anger the audience in order to gain a little twisted pleasure.
He said to Lingchan: "Be better in the future. I don't like people who are carefree."
The frail girl in front of her was trembling, but she obediently showed a smile and said, "Okay, Your Highness."
The prince had no expression on his face, strode forward, and gave King An a hard punch in his mean and disgusting face.
King An was hit to the side of the head, his teeth were dented at the corners of his lips, and a little blood flowed out. He looked fierce, and he pressed his backhand on the prince's shoulders and raised his knees to hit him. The hard kneecap pressed against the prince's soft waist and abdomen.
The two proud men who stood at the top of the Great Yong Dynasty were fighting in a ball in the blink of an eye, punching to the flesh, and striking hard.
The mask of graceful demeanor in the past has been severely torn off.
Lingchan stood aside with a pale face, her chest kept rising and falling, her breathing was rapid, and she was coldly critical in her mind:
[Have these two not had enough to eat? You don't have any strength at all, beating someone like this to death? I don't bother doing things just to watch the kids play house. 】
[…] The system said with difficulty: [Chanchan, we won’t overturn the situation…]
It's so empty! I have never seen a host so keen on causing trouble!
…
Prince An and Prince An had gone from standing upright to rolling on the ground. Decency, etiquette, and rules were all thrown to the winds.
All the grudges they had held since childhood erupted at this moment.
At this moment, a cold voice came: "What are you doing?"
It's like yesterday's Qionglin banquet reappeared.
Emperor Qianhua's guard of honor stopped in the distance, and the curtain of the sedan chair was opened, revealing a cold face.
He was sitting in the sedan chair as if he were sitting on a dragon chair, with the sun, moon and stars in his palms.
Looking over with cold eyes, he was dressed in imperial majesty, which made people breathless.
King An and the prince were separated. Their crowns and robes were scattered, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they were in a state of utter disarray.
Facing Emperor Qianhua's questioning, the two of them lowered their eyes and simply said: "My son, I have misbehaved before the emperor, please punish me."
Emperor Qian Hua sneered: "You are really jealous of a woman!"
"Take your two highnesses back to the palace to reflect on your past."
After casually dealing with the troublesome Crown Prince and Prince An, Emperor Qianhua looked at Lingchan.
Lingchan maintained the saluting posture, her posture was gentle and virtuous, her etiquette was thoughtful, and she was neither humble nor overbearing.
"As for you..." Emperor Qian Hua said in a meaningful voice, with an unclear smile.
The prince and Prince An, who were pushed away by the eunuch, did not trust her after all. They tried their best to resist the force on their shoulders and turned to look at Lingchan.
They saw Emperor Qianhua open his palms to Ling Chan, and his voice was as gentle as the spring rain, "Come here."
Just one glance.
The prince's heart turned to ice.
He suddenly understood why Lingchan's attitude changed drastically and why she abandoned their promise - she was indeed protecting him.
King An turned back expressionlessly, and he found that he was not surprised in his heart.
Lingchan didn't want her sweetheart to be in trouble, so she came to find him. She didn't like him anyway, and he was the one doing the dirty work anyway.
She had no regard for his safety.
He has known it for a long time - pie will not fall from the sky, only traps will fall.
…
Their backs gradually faded away.
Lingchan stood there, motionless. Emperor Qianhua was not annoyed. He hugged Lingchan with a smile and whispered, "Did you deliberately bring me here just to let me see this?"
