Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 2 Hot Potatoes
She got up from the edge of the bed, and walked towards him with her big red skirt.

"Your Highness doesn't want to have a cup of wine with Jian Zhao, but does he dislike Jian Zhao's appearance?"

Slender jade fingers picked up the wine glass from the table, a pair of slender bright eyes flashed with slender and curled eyelashes, looking pitiful.

Even though, the scar on the right cheek is terrifying.

Even Feng Guanxiapei's makeup is exquisite, but it can't hide the eye-catching scar on the right cheek.

But those agile eyes were so agile that the young man's heart trembled slightly.

She raised her head high and handed the wine glass to Nan Xun's eyes, she tilted slightly and spilled a few drops, which slipped into her wide sleeves along her white wrists, feeling cold and cold.

The handsome boy frowned even tighter, looking down at her for a moment, she could clearly feel the coldness in his eyes.

She stood on her tiptoes and looked up at him, her face was completely displayed in front of him.

In the ten years of her previous life, she deeply understood that it would not happen overnight to break his frozen heart.
If her second mother hadn't planned to ruin her appearance, the person she would marry would be Prince Nan Ye.

Not a few days after the emperor issued the imperial decree to marry her to Prince Nan Ye, her second mother, Wen Shi, sent a box of rouge to her room.
She is proficient in medical skills, she just opened the lid of the rouge box and knew that rouge had been tampered with.

It just so happened that she didn't want to marry the arrogant and domineering prince, so she made half a piece of rubber scar fake makeup and put it on her face.

Sure enough, after seeing her ruined appearance, Nan Ye begged the emperor to divorce her marriage.

The emperor was concerned that her father, Xia Changye, was a prime minister, and she was the eldest daughter of the prime minister's mansion, so her status was very important.

So he threw this hot potato to the most neglected sixth prince, Nan Xun.

However, after this happened, there were rumors outside that she was ruined by self-adjusting rouge in order to please the prince.

It would be a piece of cake for Wen to create a small public opinion against her.

And Xia Qingxin, Wen's daughter, successfully became the crown princess.

The young man looked at the face that was raised high towards him, his expression was as indifferent as ever.

There was no wave in the deep eyes.

He didn't feel much about the scabbed skin on the right side of the woman in front of him.

He can refuse this marriage in many ways. The reason why he didn't refuse is...

It's just that I don't feel like marrying everyone.

What is holding my breath is that the emperor will give him everything the crown prince doesn't want!

He paused for a long time, then parted his thin lips lightly: "Rest early."

The words were insipid, and the tall figure brushed past her shoulder, and walked to the outside.

She put down the wine glass in her hand, turned around and grabbed his sleeves with both hands.

"Does His Highness dislike Jian Zhao as much as the prince? Jian Zhao knows that His Highness is not happy about this marriage."

The soft and waxy voice is seven points soft and three points pitiful.

The boy's heart trembled.

No, he and Nanye are not the same kind of people.

There is no way to talk about disgust.

He has been rejected by the whole palace for 16 years. He only knows what it feels like to be rejected, and he has never rejected others.

He turned his head, looked down at those two hot spring-like eyes, and said word by word: "I will marry you as a matchmaker, and you will be my princess from now on."

"Then do we eat meat together, drink wine together, sleep together on a couch, and live a chic and happy life together?"

The beautiful peach blossom eyes bent and bent towards him, and she looked forward to it.

The boy's brows were suddenly raised, and his deep eyes were fixed, and he looked at her deeply.

The wine glass in the delicate woman's hand was passed to the handsome young man again.

Looking into those harmless eyes, he took the cup.

However, just as he stretched out his slender fingers with well-defined joints to pinch the stem of the cup, the delicate woman in front of him pierced one of her plain white claws through the crook of his arm.

The movements are smooth and smooth.

(End of this chapter)