The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 40
Prince Rui patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said: "Go back to the palace, I guess..." After a pause, he glanced at the filthy twelve princes, and said sympathetically, "Now you have no appetite!"

"Seventh brother, is this Mo Ziyuan at odds with my master? Every time I meet her, nothing good will happen!" The corner of the Twelfth Prince's mouth twitched, he stared at Prince Rui with a strange expression, and finally sighed: "It's also my fault that I am so charming. This Mo Ziyuan is deeply impressed by my father. If I can't get my love, I go to the wrong edge and get drunk. I guess it's because of my father's love for her!"

After hearing this, Prince Rui frowned slightly, and stepped out of the room soundlessly.

The twelve princes came up from behind and walked side by side with him, asking incessantly: "Brother Seven, help me analyze it, is it so?"

Prince Rui stamped his feet, looked back and sighed: "Have you been scolded for being stupid?"

The corner of the Twelfth Prince's mouth raised, and he said firmly: "No woman can escape the Lord's eyes of peach blossoms!"

Prince Rui sighed lightly, noncommittal.

The twelve princes asked unwillingly: "Seventh brother, don't keep shaking your head and sighing, are you?"

Prince Rui touched his nose unconsciously, and took a step back, "Twelfth brother, you smell too bad, hurry back to the palace and take a good bath!"

The corner of the Twelfth Prince's mouth twitched, his whole body trembled unconsciously, and he rushed out of the mansion.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Ziyuan woke up leisurely, feeling really terribly hangover, with a splitting headache, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, next time she couldn't drink like this wantonly again.

Lan Yang brought the hangover soup for Mo Ziyuan to take, and she secretly glanced at her from time to time, with a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth.

Mo Ziyuan frowned Youyuan's beautiful eyebrows, thinking hard, this girl must have something wrong, she couldn't help asking: "Why are you always staring at me and laughing, grass has grown on my face?"

"Sister, you really don't remember?" Lan Yang chuckled, and couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Remember what?" Mo Ziyuan asked in confusion.

Lan Yang tried her best to suppress the smile overflowing from her mouth, and said seriously: "Sister, you were so drunk last night that you scolded Lord Twelfth severely!"

"Ah... No way... Why do I have no impression at all!" Mo Ziyuan scratched her head embarrassingly, she never thought that her ladylike temperament would be ruined like this, and she didn't expect her wine quality to be so poor.

"Sister, don't you really remember? I've never seen the Twelfth Master look so deflated." Lan Yang finished speaking in one breath, her eyes slightly opened, knowing that she had made a slip of the tongue, she coughed twice.

"What did I say?" Mo Ziyuan felt cold in her heart, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Lan Yang pretended to be trying to remember, and imitated: "Sister, you said that the Twelfth Master is a bastard, a big radish with a big heart, and...he is an animal that only thinks from the lower body. He pretends to be romantic, but he doesn't know it at all. What is love, you say he has a venereal disease, and then you vomit all over him."

After hearing this, Mo Ziyuan felt chills in her heart, "Ah! It's over!"

Seeing her collapsed look, Lan Yang frowned deeply, hesitated to speak, and finally comforted her: "Sister, fortunately, the prince didn't blame her!"

"Hey! God! What a cheat!" Mo Ziyuan sighed up to the sky, although she didn't care about scolding the Twelfth Master, and this was something she had always wanted to do but never dared to do, but he was a prince after all. , She offended him one after another, she had a strong premonition, it wasn't because he was generous and didn't care about her, a maid, it was very likely that he was brewing a monstrous conspiracy that would make her irreparable.

"Sister, relax!" Lan Yang continued to comfort her.

Mo Ziyuan's beautiful eyelashes flickered, she opened her eyes and blamed, "How can I be at ease, I really want to cry but have no tears."

(End of this chapter)