Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 486 It was King Wu Mu who accepted it

Hearing Nan Yuan's embarrassing tone and complimenting her, she couldn't stay in the sky forever.

Duan Yijun couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, why didn't he realize that she was so narcissistic before.

Duan Yijun held Nan Yuan's hair and smoothed it out: "Then you have understood this truth since you were a child, so you don't learn this or that?"

Guiltyly, Nan Yuan stretched out her hand and poked her cheek: "Don't talk about it, anyway, Brother Huang is at fault."

After finishing speaking, Nan Yuan immediately stood up from the stool, walked around the stool and was about to go outside.

Duan Yijun stretched out his hand to gently hold her wrist, and asked softly, "Where are you going?"

Nan Yuan glanced ahead, then at Duan Yijun, as if she was just thinking about it, but now she has made up her mind: "Duan Yijun, let's go to the palace to see the princess sister?"

Duan Yijun looked up at the sunset sky, and said warmly: "It's getting late, we'll go tomorrow in the daytime."

Nan Yuan: "Queen Wu Mu is getting married the day after tomorrow, so tomorrow must be very busy!"

Duan Yijun: "King Wu Mu is busy, but the princess is not busy!"

Nan Yuan glanced at Duan Yijun: "Why isn't the princess busy? Doesn't the princess need to help King Wu Mu prepare for the wedding?"

Duan Yijun glanced back at Nan Yuan lightly, and stroked her small face: "If the emperor marries the empress again, will you happily organize a wedding for him without any grievances?"

This example directly gave Nan Yuan a strong sense of substitution, and she didn't know what she could make up by her side. Nan Yuan took it directly and angrily broke it off: "No! If Brother Huang dares to Give it a try, queen sister."

With a "click", the writing brush in Nan Yuan's hand was broken into two neatly.

Duan Yijun looked at his writing brush dumbfoundingly: "This is a brush inlaid with gold, worth a hundred taels of gold."

He said so, but Duan Yijun didn't care about the value of the pen at all. Instead, he spread Nan Yuan's small hand with his hand, and after a glance, she snapped off the palm of the writing brush, but fortunately, there was no scar.

Hearing Duan Yijun's words, Nan Yuan subconsciously reached out to hold the broken writing brush with both hands, but in the end she only held Duan Yijun's fingers, and the two broken writing brushes just took advantage of this gap and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Nan Yuan suddenly felt a little heartbroken, this is Jin Zi's voice!

"What do you do with such an expensive brush?"

Seeing Nan Yuan's expression, Duan Yijun gave a doting smile: "Who knew that the writing brush I've been using for so long would die in your hands one day."

"That's not you." Nan Yuan stared at Duan Yijun while looking at the writing brush on the ground regretfully: "It's you, take my brother as an example, why not take you as an example?"

Duan Yijun said lightly: "Because I have no example to cite, there will be no second one."

With these words, Nan Yuan's original lost emotions were relieved a lot, but she still muttered worriedly: "How is it impossible? I heard that the princess and the prince have known each other since they were teenagers and grew up together. The two are childhood sweethearts, and they got married because of their mutual love."

Even such a deep relationship will eventually become like this, so she and Duan Yijun, who only realized the current relationship the day before their marriage, are even more unreliable.

Nan Yuan can deceive Duan Yijun, but she cannot deceive herself.

She also believed that it was King Wu Mu who accepted the imperial edict's order, which had the highest probability.

(End of this chapter)