In the carriage, Jun Moyi's face looked unhappy.

Qingshui also stayed in the carriage, not even daring to breathe. He could only lower his head and try his best to reduce his presence.

Only Sang Liwan still heartlessly lifted the car curtain and looked at the bustling street outside, seeming somewhat interested.

Jun Moyi saw that he had been sitting here emitting cold air for quite a while, but the woman seemed not to notice it, as if she had completely forgotten that he was sitting next to her.

Thinking of this, Jun Moyi's face became even gloomier.

As the first maidservant beside Sang Liwan, Qingshui naturally has developed the ability to observe people's words and expressions. Even if she lowered her head and did not look at the situation in the carriage, she could immediately find that Jun Moyi's mood seemed to be worse.

And her intuition told her that Jun Moyi's mood swings this time must be related to her young lady.

So, Qingshui first carefully moved his frozen legs, and then moved a little closer to Sang Liwan.

Fortunately, Jun Moyi's mind was completely on Sang Liwan at the moment, and he did not notice Qingshui's little movements.

Seeing this, Qingshui breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly tugged at Sang Liwan's sleeve.

Sang Liwan was stunned. When she lowered her eyes, she saw Qingshui winking at her quickly.

It was so fast that she was afraid the other person's eyelids would twitch.

"What's wrong?"

Qingshui didn't say anything, but just nodded in the direction of Jun Moyi.

Sang Liwan was not a fool. Seeing this, he quickly understood what Qingshui meant.

She had noticed that Jun Moyi was in a bad mood before she got on the carriage, but she didn't take it to heart.

After all, in her heart, Jun Moyi is just a little pervert with unstable moods. As for perverts, being abnormal is the most normal thing.

But Qingshui didn't know all this. Seeing the little girl's face turn pale and trembling with fear, Sang Liwan couldn't help but make a "tsk" sound, then sighed and reached out to poke the other's forehead lightly.

"Your courage is smaller than the tip of a needle."

Qingshui pursed his lips in a somewhat aggrieved manner.

She also felt that her courage seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. The young lady had such a big quarrel with the prince in the past, and she almost rode on the prince's head several times. Although she was worried and scared, she had never felt such fear from the bottom of her heart as she did now.

So, after hearing Sang Liwan's words, she couldn't even say a word of rebuttal. She could only lower her head in silence, not daring to look at Sang Liwan.

I didn’t even dare to look at Jun Moyi.

Seeing the little girl's frightened look, Sang Liwan sighed silently.

Although she didn't know if she had that much ability, she couldn't really just watch the little girl faint from fright.

So, she turned sideways, tilted her head in the direction of Jun Moyi, and called out tentatively, "Prince?"

However, after hearing her voice, Jun Moyi just glanced at her indifferently, and then continued to lean back in the wheelchair with his eyes closed, as if he had not heard it.

For a moment, the only sound in the carriage was the sporadic clatter of Buddhist beads.

Sang Liwan encountered a setback, but this instead aroused his competitive spirit.

She moved closer to Jun Moyi again, without saying a word, just staring at him with her chin in her hand.

I have to say that Jun Moyi has a really good appearance, with a high nose bridge and bright red lips. To the naked eye, he looks like a character walking out of a painting.

Being stared at by such a burning gaze, Jun Moyi would have to react even if he was a dead man.

He forced himself to hold back for a moment.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help it.

"What are you looking at?"

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sang Liwan.

However, Sang Liwan did not feel embarrassed at all about being caught, but instead looked very confident.

"Why, you can't even look at it?"

Her tone was so arrogant that Jun Moyi almost laughed out loud in anger.

how?

She kept staring at people, and I didn't even have the right to ask a question?

Jun Moyi narrowed his eyes and said with a half-smile, "Wanwan, are you being too overbearing?"

But who would have thought that after hearing what he said, Sang Liwan raised his chin even higher.

"Did the prince know I was domineering on the first day?"

This time, Jun Moyi really laughed.

Being angry.

He felt that he was incompatible with the person in front of him.

Even though Sang Liwan once humiliated him in front of everyone in Beijing, Jun Moyi didn't feel any fluctuation in his heart.

But now, just a few words can make me laugh out loud out of anger.

If it’s not a conflict, then what is it?

Thinking of this, Jun Moyi stared at Sang Liwan's wrist, which was as white as jade, with a serious look in his eyes. Then he leaned over slightly and grabbed the slender wrist in his hand.

"I've known Wanwan is domineering, but I didn't expect she could be such a scoundrel."

Sang Liwan was caught off guard and pulled by someone, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.

She quickly used her other hand to support the small table beside her, so that she didn't fall headfirst into Jun Moyi's arms.

As a result, she raised her head angrily and saw Jun Moyi curling his lips with some regret.

"Your Highness, are you talking about yourself?"

[Not only is he moody, he also likes to push and pull. I wanted to coax him, but now he's angry and doesn't want to be coaxed.]

The smile in Jun Moyi's eyes became even more intense.

He knew that Sang Liwan took the initiative to talk to him, probably because she wanted to show her goodwill to him, but he didn't expect that this girl had such a short patience. He just touched Qiao for a while, but she wanted to quit.

But he really had no way to respond to this.

After all, he was angry before because Sang Liwan was stuck in the middle of speaking his mind, which made him feel very uncomfortable, so his face looked so bad.

He couldn't say this no matter what.

There can't even be a little expression.

After these days of contact, Jun Moyi already knew that his princess was very smart, and if he revealed even the slightest bit of secret, she would probably figure it out.

So Jun Moyi had to suffer this loss even if he didn't want to.

He curled his lips, his eyes falling on Sang Liwan's delicate and beautiful profile, "Then what are you going to do if I'm such a scoundrel?"

Sang Liwan tried to move his wrist.

She didn't expect that Jun Moyi looked like a weak young man, but the strength in his hands was no less than that of a martial artist.

It was obvious that he was not holding it tightly, but no matter how Sang Liwan moved, the other person's fingers did not move at all, and he could not struggle free at all.

I don’t know how long it took, but Sang Liwan was tired.

[Forget it, just pull it if you like.]

She glanced at Jun Moyi and said, "I'm ignoring you."