Completed!!!
A short-tempered bandit princess consort who starts a fight at the drop of a hat VS a domineering, dark, overprotective王爷.
1V1 hilarious sweet宠.
Undercover agent: You...
Shang Xiye saw clearly that the person who threw the rotten eggs was a strong young man, and after throwing the eggs, he gave him a provocative smile before turning around, wiping off the human skin mask from his face, and blending into the crowd.
It seems there are quite a few people here to watch the spectacle today.
A cold glint flashed in Shang Xiye's eyes. As Ji Fengyao tried to dodge, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. While embracing her with his right hand, he used his inner strength to shake the rotten egg that was already close by out of the car.
Ji Fengyao's bright red wedding robe and long, silky hair swung in the air in a stunning arc before she landed in Shang Xiye's arms. She lay sideways in his strong arms, her gaze rising from below to his slightly lowered face.
"Your Highness..."
"how?"
Seeing the playful glint in his eyes, Ji Fengyao's shyness vanished. She punched his chest and whispered angrily, "How dare you take advantage of me in the street! Believe me or not, I'll stab you to death with a needle!"
I knew it would be interesting if this little thing opened its mouth.
Shang Xiye suddenly smiled, revealing two rows of clean, fine white teeth. That smile, like the first glimpse of spring sunshine, instantly froze the simmering crowd. The sea of people on the street became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The Ninth Prince laughed!
The Ninth Prince, colder and harder than ten-thousand-year-old ice, not only hugged the female bandit, but was also punched by her and made to laugh?!
"Waaah... Waaah!" Suddenly a woman burst into tears: "The Ninth Prince has gone mad with grievances! How could he be so cruel, so forbearing, so heartbreaking!"
"My poor Ninth Prince, the most precious god in my heart, he has had such a hard life, please stop making things difficult for him!"
"Please, everyone, for the sake of the Ninth Prince, show mercy!"
"Waaaaah..."
For a time, the long street was filled with deafening cries, especially from young girls and women who were practically shouting "Save the children!" It was like a massive fan meeting.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
It felt like flocks of crows were flying overhead, and three thick vertical lines were hanging down my temples. I felt so frustrated!
She just wanted to ask, what's wrong with the Ninth Prince marrying her!
What's wrong?!
She's a dignified eleventh-grade alchemist; wherever she goes, people would be begging to marry her, but she wouldn't even give them a second glance. Isn't she worthy of a mere War God? She's more than qualified to be a War Emperor!
"Shut up, all of you!" Ji Fengyao, unable to bear it any longer, struggled out of Shang Xiye's arms, climbed out of the carriage, stood on the carriage with her hands on her hips, and roared with all her might: "On my joyous day, are you all wailing like mourners!"
"Yes, wailing!" Xi Que was already furious. Seeing Ji Fengyao's outburst, she couldn't hold back any longer: "Where are the guards? Are you all dead? If you see someone crying, go and tear their mouth off!"
The guards: "..."
With so many mouths to speak, which one should they start tearing at?
"If they won't tear it, we, the people of Vulture Stronghold, will!" Ji Fengming drew his sword, spurred his horse, and took two steps closer to the crowd beside him. The crowd was so crowded that the people there retreated one after another. The already crowded crowd became even more crowded in an instant, and several people were almost knocked over.
As a result, the crying in the crowd gradually subsided.
Ji Fengyao, one hand on her hip and the other pounding on the roof of the wedding carriage, made it bang loudly, causing the jeweled strings hanging from the edge to sway wildly: "Listen up, all of you! I am the Empress Dowager's savior, and my marriage to the Ninth Prince is by imperial decree. Whether you are satisfied or not, from now on, the Ninth Prince belongs to me. What are you wailing about? You have a problem? If you have a problem, go to the palace and protest to the Emperor! What are you crying about here!"