The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 397 I Want Him To Die

A maid brought a cup of tea.

Jiang Fu stretched out his hand, lowered his eyes and started pouring tea, and told her what happened to the Eighth Prince in the past few days.

"Oh my god, he is too vicious to actually ruin someone's face directly!" Song Yun opened her eyes wide, "Why is he so vicious, thanks to the fact that he talks and jokes with people every day, he is actually able to do it."

She turned her head to look at An Le who was sitting on the side, frowned and said, "What kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"My taste was not very good before." Anle said calmly, "I made the eldest princess laugh."

Song Yun pursed her lips and saw that Jiang Fu was still drinking tea, "If you want to drink tea, don't drink it at home. Let's go out and drink it. Isn't there a storyteller in the teahouse outside? We might as well go and listen!"

Jiang Fu put her fingers on the teacup, and turned her head to look at Anle, she was afraid that going out and hearing those sad things would poke Anle.

Anle seemed to know what she was thinking. He raised his eyes and smiled softly at her. His eyes were extremely calm and he said, "Go out and listen. I'm fine."

"Is it really all right?"

"I've already let go."

Song Yun sat aside and looked over. An Le raised her eyes and met hers. Her eyes were clear and open, without any waves, as if she had completely let go.

This made Song Yun look a little different.

"I should go and have a look over there." Song Yun said, "It's hard not to go and see such a big happy event. After all, it was carefully arranged by Ah Fu."

"However, there is something I don't know whether to ask or not."

"Eldest Princess, just ask whatever you want to ask." Anle's expression was still indifferent, her voice was very soft, and there was no hint of fear. "If you ask me something that I think is inappropriate, then I won't answer you."

Song Yun: "?"

She paused for a moment before looking at An Le and asking, "Why did you ask Ah Fu to help you with this? You didn't just want to tell the world that it's as simple as you not chasing him from now on."

She couldn't believe that Anle was let go so easily.

After all, I have paid sincerely, and I have also paid real money. How is it possible to just let it go?

"Of course not." An Le's tone was as calm as ever, her white fingertips were clearly touching the outer wall of the teacup, as if she was saying something very ordinary, "I want him to die."

"Or life would be worse than death."

Song Yun trembled.

Jiang Fu also trembled.
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The three of them wore veiled hats to cover their faces, and entered the door of a restaurant in Yandu together.

In the lobby of the restaurant, the storyteller was talking about something exciting.

The gavel slapped:
"The money Princess Anle has sent into the Eighth Prince's Mansion over the years is like running water!"

"But His Highness the Eighth Prince didn't even look at her..."

The storyteller spoke there and inspired the people sitting next to him to talk about it.

"The Eighth Prince has received so much money from others, but he is not even willing to take another look at them. So why not just stop accepting money from them in the first place? Don't you understand that you can be short-tongued and soft-handed?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, do you know who you're talking about! His Highness the Eighth Prince is a member of the royal family, it's not something you and I can talk about."

"What are you afraid of? Now the whole Yandu is talking about this matter, and the law does not blame everyone. Could he kill us all? Besides, this matter was originally his fault."

Another voice followed: "How do you know that the Eighth Prince really wants to receive money from her? Isn't the prince still short of that little money? Maybe she insisted on giving it! Isn't it deserved to be like this?"

(End of this chapter)