"Yes, yes!" Fang Ruotang cheered and happily jumped into Prince An's arms.

The little head rubbed against him, making Prince An's heart flutter. He lowered his head, found Fang Ruotang's lips, and impatiently kissed her.

At that moment, the Crown Prince, who was speaking in the court, suddenly fell silent.

Huo Zhige, his face flushed, cursed, "Which son of a bitch came back?"

Ye Wuxia also felt bad. She had just experienced the advantages of synesthesia yesterday, and today she was hit with a blow.

This thing must be removed, it absolutely must be removed.

Otherwise, his health will collapse sooner or later.

With his health failing, he had no competitive edge left.

When the Crown Prince announced the end of the court session, all the ministers were stunned and whispered among themselves, asking, "What happened?"

"I don't know either!"

"The matter wasn't finished, why is the court session over already?"

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

The ministers exchanged glances, then looked together at Prime Minister Fang.

Prime Minister Fang remained calm and collected; despite his composure, he was unaware of the truth.

The only thing we know for sure is that the matter is definitely related to his beloved granddaughter. The only person who could make the Crown Prince change his expression like this is his outstanding granddaughter.

As soon as the court session ended, Huo Zhige flew out like an arrow.

The Crown Prince and Ye Wuxia followed without saying a word.

Before they arrived at the Prime Minister's residence, another person arrived first. He ran and searched all the way, and saw a man and woman embracing and kissing, almost spinning around on the spot. He shouted loudly.

"You all separate."

Fang Ruotang was dazed from the kiss. When she heard the sound, she struggled to look, but Prince An did not let go. He held the back of her head, hooked her lips and tongue, and seduced her again and again.

Fang Ruotang has never had much self-control when it comes to male beauty. Under Xiao Jingzi's careful guidance, it's already quite remarkable that she can suppress her desire to flirt with men.

Therefore, when someone tries to seduce her, she usually responds with a mix of reluctance and acceptance. Just like now, she pushed him away a couple of times, but when he didn't budge, she continued to enjoy Prince An's sweet kiss with a clear conscience.

Until she was pulled out of Prince An's gentle embrace by a force and landed in an embrace that smelled a bit sour, and then she saw an enlarged face about to press down on her lips.

She instinctively raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"Who goes there? You stink!"

The young prince's face was turned to the side by the slap, and he was stunned.

Prince An, who had let go for fear of hurting Fang Ruotang, was also surprised by the outcome. He was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled softly.

Indeed, it was the right decision to return to the manor to freshen up and tidy up before seeing Fang Ruotang.

He had already noticed that the little girl liked good-looking people.

"You hit me?"

The young prince looked like he was about to break, his eyes filled with hurt as he looked at Fang Ruotang.

"He can kiss you, but I can't? If I try to kiss you, you hit me?"

The young prince was strikingly handsome and charming, with striking features and snow-white skin. His upturned phoenix eyes were now brimming with tears as he looked at Fang Ruotang, instantly striking a chord with her hidden desires.

And when you see the person who came up, he may smell bad, but he's good-looking!

He even looked better than usual, evoking a feeling of pity and a desire to rescue him from his brothel.

"I'm sorry! You suddenly rushed over and grabbed me. I didn't even see who it was. Then you tried to kiss me, so I thought you were some kind of bad guy. I instinctively reached out my hand. You know, I have a very sensitive nose. I smelled a sour, foul odor and thought you were a beggar!"

Fang Ruotang is always willing to patiently coax good-looking people.

That's exactly how it is with the young prince at this time.

What's more, there's still a red handprint on his beautiful face.

She is strong, but she usually keeps it to herself. However, she wasn't paying attention just now and didn't know how to control her strength.

"Are you alright? Come sit down, I'll put some medicine on you."

Such a beautiful face, please don't ruin it, otherwise there won't be anything to look at.

The young prince's heart is breaking, but you only care about his face.

[Sigh! I can't see his heart, I can only see his face.]

The young prince looked at Fang Ruotang with a resentful expression, letting her lead him to sit down beside her. With one sitting and the other standing, he had to look up at her instead.

In this way, Fang Ruotang could see his aggrieved expression more clearly.

"Does it hurt?" Fang Ruotang took out the medicine and gently blew on his cheek before applying it.

A sweet, warm breeze blew by, making the young prince feel a surge of heat in his heart. He raised his hand, wanting to hold Fang Ruotang's waist and pull her into his arms.

Fang Ruotang slapped his hand away, and seeing his hurt expression again, she said awkwardly, "You smell bad, don't touch me."

The young prince's expression changed several times, finally settling on a look as if the sky had fallen.

"Why didn't you take a shower and change your clothes before coming here?" Prince An couldn't help but speak up, even standing a little behind Fang Ruotang, because she really smelled bad.

However, he understood, after all, he had also come from a similarly smelly background.

Along the way, we didn't even dare to miss a moment to rest or change clothes at an inn, let alone eat or use the restroom. When we were really hungry, we would just take a bite of dry food and drink some water on horseback, and we would never let the horse stop.

He couldn't even remember how many times he changed horses at the post stations along the way.

What do you think?

The young prince immediately became hostile towards Prince An.

The image of Prince An and Fang Ruotang kissing was deeply etched in his mind, causing his heart to bleed. Why could he hug and kiss her, but he couldn't?

As for his stench, the young prince selectively ignored it.

"Alright, hurry back and wash up and change your clothes!" Prince An couldn't stand it anymore. It was too filthy. Before Fang Ruotang could apply the medicine, he shoved the medicine into Fang Ruotang's hand and sent him away.

"No!" The young prince leaned back.

He persevered all this way thanks to sheer willpower.

Sitting down now, his body relaxed. He didn't want to say it, but his legs were weak. If Fang Ruotang hadn't been there, he wouldn't have even wanted to control his body's instinctive reaction and let his legs tremble.

When Huo Zhige and his men arrived, they saw that the young prince was acting like a rogue.

There was still a red handprint on his face.

Judging by the size, it was clearly a woman's hand, and the only woman who could hit the young prince in the face was Fang Ruotang.

"Hey hey hey! What happened? How did you get beaten up? Come on, tell me what happened?"

Huo Zhige was overjoyed!

How could he not be happy when his love rival gets beaten up?

Most importantly, he wasn't the only one who angered Fang Ruotang as soon as he returned.

It's not unique, so it doesn't seem out of place.

After all, he didn't want this kind of uniqueness at all.

"Who do you think you are, calling yourself my elder brother?!" The young prince sat up abruptly, displaying the royal air of a king.

Huo Zhige was not intimidated and pointed at the Crown Prince with ill intent.

"Your Highness, eldest son, you can call me elder brother!"

Then he pointed at Ye Wuxia.

"Second Brother, you can call me Second Brother."

"As for me, I'm from the third branch of the family, you can call me Third Brother!"

The young prince cracked.

What the hell are my eldest, second, and third brothers?

Not to mention the young prince, even Prince An remained silent for a while before asking the crown prince.

"Your decision?"