"I provoked it?" An Tingyu chuckled coldly, "Are you sure it was really me who provoked it? My grandmother's relatives from her mother's side are hiding their wealth and power. Do you really think I'm stupid?"

If it had nothing to do with him, Jing Aotian would not have used her as a pawn. His purpose was to clear himself of suspicion, but it just confirmed her guess that the man in front of her was the nineteenth generation Lord of the Nether Palace. The heirloom Feng Teng that Jing Aotian mentioned was probably a token passed down from generation to generation, equivalent to a token.

Before he could speak, An Tingyu continued, "Don't say you don't understand. I know you're smart enough to understand. Of course, I don't expect you to tell me the truth, but I want to say one thing: if there's a next time, I will make your power mine."

The jade pendant is in her hands now, and it is not impossible to overthrow Jing Aotian's dynasty, so don't mess with her, she is not a vegetarian.

Hearing this, Jing Aotian did not get angry. Instead, he raised his lips and smiled faintly, "It's actually very simple to want my power. All you have to do is become my man."

"Your people? Family? Outsiders? Or servants? Are you kidding me?" An Tingyu's lips were half-smiled, and her eyes exuded an evil yet elegant aura.

Considering that she, An Tingyu, is a dignified agent, a doctor, and the queen of Guang Man Tai, she would not do anything casually no matter who it is.

"International?" Jing Aotian was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "What I mean is that with your medical skills, even the so-called miracle doctor Yang Qingwei would be inferior to you. And since you cured my leg, I have decided to marry you and will choose a day to marry you."

An Tingyu smiled coldly, her tone indifferent, "I'm sorry, I was born ugly and pregnant, I'm not worthy of Prince Jing, you should find another good wife!"

Jing Aotian smiled back and said playfully, "It doesn't matter. Marry one and get one free. It's worth it. Besides, being ugly makes me look more handsome. We are a perfect match."

An Tingyu's brows turned cold: "So Prince Jing needs to be divorced before remarrying? I'm happy to help."

"..." Jing Aotian's mouth twitched and he rolled his eyes. "Miss An, I am sincere, and I believe you are well aware of your own situation. If you cross this bridge, you will lose this temple. Are you planning to be an old woman?"

This woman...

Jing Aotian is talented, handsome, powerful, influential, and definitely rich, yet she's an unmarried, pregnant woman with a flawed appearance, and he's not happy with her? What kind of person is this?

An Tingyu had a faint smile on her face and asked, "Do you like me?"

"This king values ​​talent!"

"So, you only want to marry me for my talent, not me as a person. Even if I let you marry me, you'll just leave me alone, no different from your vase. Er, no, I should say you're even more pitiful than your vase. At least you can put flowers in your vase, but for me, marrying into Prince Jing's mansion is just like moving to a new place to live. What can you give me? Love? Family? Friendship? Or nothing at all?"

Then, An Tingyu continued, "Friendship and family affection may be given, after all, they are relatively easy to cultivate. However, for a woman, love can be said to be her second life. A marriage without love is like a withered flower that will never be able to shine brightly in the sun."

She is a woman and she also yearns for love, but her marriage will never become an accessory to someone else. If the other party has no love for her, even if she has unrequited love for him, she will stay away from him.

After hearing this, Jing Aotian was speechless. He didn't think too much about it before saying those words. He just felt that An Tingyu was a talented woman. He admired her talent, and she had cured her leg. He just wanted her to escape from other people's gossip in the future because she was pregnant before marriage.

At this time, Jing Aotian did not think deeply. He did not even realize that he, who had always been indifferent, would actually feel protective of An Tingyu.

"Yu'er!"

Who are you calling?

An Tingyu and Jing Aotian were stunned by the sudden voice, and then they realized who the male voice was calling. An Tingyu looked back and saw Feng Beijian walking towards them quickly.

"Yu'er..."

"Stop!" An Tingyu pointed with her small hand and shouted coldly, "Feng Beijian, what are you doing?"

Yu'er?

This call gave her goose bumps all over her body. This was the first time Feng Beijian had been so 'kind' to her! She was a little overwhelmed by it.

"I'm not crazy! Don't try to chop me up, I'm just saying hello. By the way, where are you going? Back home? I'll take you back."

I?

Jing Aotian narrowed his eyes slightly. Feng Beijian actually called himself "me" and lowered his status in front of An Tingyu. What on earth did he want to do?

As if noticing his address, An Tingyu's eyebrows turned cold, and she said indifferently: "Where I'm going has nothing to do with you. I don't need you to send me off. And stop means to stop. No one is going to chop you to death. Don't express your feelings wrongly."

An Tingyu felt that she should ban the use of English, because in the eyes of these ancient people, English was just bird language, which they could hear but not understand.

"feather……"

"Prince Jing, goodbye!" An Tingyu glanced at Jing Aotian, then ignored Feng Beijian and left.

"Yu'er, wait for me!" Feng Beijian chased after her.

"Feng Beijian, are you mentally ill? Don't follow me."

"But I have something to tell you!"

"Then tell me, and get out of here after you finish."

"Then I won't say anything!"

"Do you want to say it or not?" An Tingyu glared at him, angry. Is he playing a trick on her? One moment he said he had something to say, and the next moment he stopped talking.

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