Chapter 508: Three Thousand Weak Waters, This King Only Takes One

Without thinking, the man blurted out, "That won't work!"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes were cold and gloomy. "I think you two look very well matched."

The onlookers looked at Ping'er and then at the man, clearly trying to read the word "matched" from their faces.

Seeing that he was serious, the man panicked and said, "My family has been a single-son family for three generations, and they are counting on me to carry on the family line. How can I marry a crazy woman?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people's faces all looked unhappy.

He doesn't even want to marry her, but he has the nerve to force His Royal Highness Prince Jin to marry her?

Although everyone does mean this, there is a huge difference between thinking about something in your mind and saying it directly.

Only a brainless person would say such harsh words.

Isn't it obvious that you are taking advantage of King Jin?

The man realized that he was wrong after he said it, but words spoken are like water spilled, and cannot be taken back.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he said with a stiff upper lip: "Your Highness loves the people like his own children, how could he bear to let such a young girl die for you!

Even if you take her in, it would just be like having one more person in your yard."

Everyone's attention returned to Ping'er.

The hand holding the hairpin was shaking slightly, as if she would poke the silver hairpin into her slender neck in the next moment.

Someone murmured quietly, "I'm afraid this girl is really crazy. If she pushes His Royal Highness Prince Jin like this, it would be strange if the prince agrees to marry her."

Mo Jinchuan naturally would not marry her.

If he was coerced into hastily deciding on his lifelong affairs by a few words, he would no longer be himself.

Song Yanxi stared at Ping'er's hand and found something interesting.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps because it felt the pain, the tip of the silver hairpin only lightly touched the wound.

It was just covered in blood, and from a distance, it looked like it had been stabbed inside.

It is undeniable that she did use some force just now, otherwise so much blood would not have flowed from her neck.

But it is true that she feels scared now.

Ping'er doesn't want to die right now.

Song Yanxi pushed through the crowd and stepped forward, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

She met Ping'er's eyes full of resentment and said, "Miss Ping'er, your wound has lost too much blood and needs to be bandaged."

Ping'er roared, "Get out of here! I'd rather die than have you pretend!"

"What will happen to your parents if you die?" Song Yanxi asked.

Ping'er was stunned, a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes, and then she became determined.

"My parents will have my younger brother in the future, and he will take good care of them."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Wang, who was sitting on the ground, scolded her, "You heartless girl! Your brother is not even ten years old. What can he do?"

While Ping'er was still calm, she continued, "Your mother is not in good health, and your family relies on your father outside, but everyone inside relies on you to support them.

If anything happens to you, how will your mother live?"

Ping'er opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Obviously, family affection also occupies a certain weight in her heart.

But she had been looking forward to this day for too long, and the obsession in her heart had already grown into a towering tree, and that little bit of family affection could not pull her back.

Before she made up her mind, Song Yanxi said again: "There is a stain on the silver hairpin. If you don't apply medicine to your wound, it will leave a scar."

There is no girl of this age who doesn't care about her appearance.

Especially Ping'er, who knew that she was not very pretty and was afraid that she would not be favored by Mo Jinchuan.

The already wavering heart became even more unsteady.

Seeing this, Song Yanxi struck while the iron was hot and said, "With everyone watching, you don't need to worry about me doing anything."

Without waiting for Ping'er to refuse, she turned back to the carriage to get the medicine box.

The people spontaneously made way for her.

Someone sighed, "The princess is too kind. Just let a crazy woman like this fend for herself."

"You, didn't you just say that it would be great if His Royal Highness Prince Jin accepted her? You change your mind faster than turning the pages of a book."

"I was possessed by a ghost. How can this crazy girl compare with the princess? How could the prince possibly want her?"

Listening to those discussions, Ping'er's face became more and more ugly.

But she didn't say anything else, just stood there quietly.

As the impulse faded away little by little over time, she began to feel fear.

Looking at Song Yanxi's slender figure not far away, Ping'er couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, what is so good about her that makes you like her so much?"

Mo Jinchuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, giving her a rare good look.

He said, "She's worth it."

No need to say more, these three simple words have already explained his attitude.

When he mentioned Song Yanxi, his eyes suddenly softened, clearly telling Ping'er.

In his mind, Song Yanxi is an existence that no one can compare to.

They don't understand how good she is.

Tears fell uncontrollably, and Ping'er said unwillingly: "Your Majesty, please look back at Ping'er, even for just a glance.

I am not much worse than her."

Without even turning his head, Mo Jinchuan said in a cold tone, "There's no comparison between you and her."

In an instant, all the color drained from Ping'er's face.

She opened her mouth and said, "Your Majesty, I don't want any status, even if it means only..."

Without the patience to wait for her to finish, Mo Jinchuan interrupted coldly, "There are three thousand rivers, and I only take one."

He didn't lower his voice deliberately, and the moment he finished speaking, the entrance of Dali Temple suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that His Royal Highness Prince Jin must have been so angry that he lost his mind because of this crazy girl.

Otherwise, how could he say such ridiculous things in public?

No matter how much you like someone, you should at least consider your reputation, right?

Isn't he afraid that what happened today will be reported to the Censorate and he will be reported to the court?

Princess Yong'an had just divorced General Lin, and it hadn't even been three days.

This is... too uncouth.

Ping'er's lips trembled as she questioned, "She just divorced General Lin. Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world by saying this?"

Mo Jinchuan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and asked coldly, "Who told you they just divorced?"

"They're posted all over the streets. Anyone with eyes can see them."

Catching the murderous intent in his eyes, Ping'er asked with tears and laughter, "Is the prince going to kill all the people who know about it for her?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people became weirder and weirder.

Everyone exchanged glances and felt that Ping'er was really crazy.

As a little girl, she might not understand, but the older people present knew how turbulent the border town was in the past few years.

If it weren't for His Royal Highness Prince Jin, who repeatedly repelled the Liang army, they would not have dared to attack rashly.

The Liang cavalry had already broken through several cities and crushed the land beneath their feet.

You can say he was blinded by beauty and didn't care about his reputation, and that's fine.

After all, even the greatest hero cannot escape the trap of love.

But if you say that Prince Jin was willing to kill the people who knew the truth for the sake of a woman, they would not agree.

Over the past ten years, he had faced the King of Hell countless times and escaped from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. How could he bear to destroy the peace he had finally exchanged his life for?

Seeing that Mo Jinchuan couldn't be persuaded, Ping'er glared at Song Yanxi fiercely and asked, "You vixen, you seduced the prince when you were still a married woman. Do you still have any shame?"