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

Chapter 398 She still hasn’t come?
The others watched and spoke, and the man couldn't help laughing:
"Haha, was it forced?"

"That's his Eighth Prince's Mansion, not Princess Anle's Prince Qing's Mansion. He said he didn't want to stop people at the door directly. Why would he ask the servant Ding to help move things when it became so? It's really funny."

"That's right! If you don't like someone, you can simply refuse it. He is good, not only does not refuse, but also accepts things from others again and again, not only at 01:30, I look down on men who spend women's money the most!"

"That's right, he's still a prince, what kind of skill is eating soft food!"

"Princess Anle ignored him this time. There was no flow of gold and silver sent to the mansion, so he ran back to find others. It's so funny."

"Who says it's not? He's still on the street, and he doesn't even care about his prince's face."

"It's not just on the street. I heard that the Eighth Prince's carriage stopped in front of Prince Qing's Mansion yesterday. Princess Anle went back to Prince Qing's Mansion at night. When she saw the carriage in front of the gate, she ignored it and raised her foot. After entering the door, this is what happened today."

"Hey, I heard that the Eighth Prince went to Prince Qing's Mansion with gifts today, and sat in Prince Qing's Mansion for a whole morning before leaving..."

"Oh, now I know I'm in a hurry. What did you do before? Men are like this."

"Hey, I heard that His Highness the Eighth Prince had good relations with many noble ladies in Yandu in the past, and the closest among them was from the Guo family..."

"Hey, he not only eats soft food, but also flirts with women. How can we have such a prince in Yandu? I heard that the Suzaku envoy is coming soon. If they hear such rumors, wouldn't we be embarrassed? …”

Thinking about it, it was indeed irrefutable, and the voices of those who spoke for the Eighth Prince also gradually dropped.

In the restaurant, there is full of ridicule.

Song Yun, who was sitting in the corner, laughed softly, leaned slightly towards An Le, and asked in a low voice, "Are you relieved now?"

An Le looked at the people in the lobby of the restaurant through the veil of the veil, and said softly, "Not yet."

This is not enough.

Far from enough.

Compared with what she has suffered, what are these few ridicules?

She must make Zhao An the same as her previous life, seeing the life she cares about is not as good as death but powerless, seeing her former residence burned to a handful of ashes by the fire, getting nothing she asked for, and nothing she wished for can truly relieve her anger.
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The next day, Prince Qing's Mansion.

Zhao An was so angry that he smashed many things on the house. While smashing things, he looked at the debris on the ground and cursed:

"Bitch, what a bitch, it's in vain that I trust her so much!"

"It's in vain that I went to Prince Qing's Mansion yesterday and gave them such a good thing. They deserve such a good thing!?"

"She didn't even think about why she didn't get my favor. With her like this, how could she be favored by His Highness."

"Snapped--"

Another piece of valuable porcelain was smashed down, and the clear cyan bottle cracked, and the fragments flew all over the room.

Seeing his appearance, Chi Ti hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, don't smash things anymore, the most important thing right now is not this, but your bet with Jiang Fu!"

Such fingers were tightly pressed together, his knuckles turned white, his face was livid and his chest heaved violently, he turned to look at him and asked, "She still hasn't come?"

Chi Ti naturally knew who he was asking, and lowered her head with an ugly expression, "No."

"Not only no, but everyone outside is saying, saying..."

"What are you talking about!" Zhao An slammed the table and looked at him.

(End of this chapter)