Where did this bracelet come from?
In an instant, everyone present looked over at the same time. The emerald green jade bracelet on Yan Yiming's fair wrist was clearly exposed. A skilled eye could tell at a glance that the bracelet was so green that it seemed to be dripping with water, and it was definitely not an ordinary item. From what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said, this bracelet was given to Yu Ming'er by someone?
At this moment, Yan Yiming pulled down his sleeve with one hand to cover the bracelet, with a look of surprise on his face as if he had been discovered by you, and he lied, "It's just a toy I bought casually from a jade shop, but Your Highness actually recognized it..."
"The better the quality of jade, the harder it is and the more difficult it is to carve. Only Lu Zichen's Kunlun Knife can carve such rare jade into such a delicate shape. Even your Dingguo Mansion can hardly invite Lu Zichen. What jade shop can easily see his works?" Nangong Xuan's EQ is not high but his IQ is not low. He held Yan Yiming's wrist tightly, "Let me ask you again, who gave you this bracelet?"
The force on the wrist seemed to be able to crush bones. Even if Yan Yiming had good work ethics, it hurt. He struggled hard but failed to break free and was immediately unhappy. "Where the bracelet came from has nothing to do with Your Highness. It hurts, let me go!"
The younger brother of the Yan family rushed in hurriedly, and was frightened by his sister's complaint so much that he almost fell over. When he saw the situation inside, he shuddered again. He hurriedly squeezed in front of Mrs. Yan to ask what was going on, only to find that his mother was also frightened by Yan Yiming and her eyes were wide open.
It was really unbelievable that Yan Yiming dared to disobey even his parents' words but would not say a word no to the prince. When would he dare to refute the prince, let alone complain.
Seeing the prince's face becoming more and more ugly, his handsome face was so dark that ink could drip out, Madam Yan was really afraid that her daughter would be wronged, so she pinched herself twice in anxiety and stepped forward to persuade softly, "Your Highness, don't be angry. Ming'er has something to say, so why not say it nicely? Hurry up and apologize to Your Highness..."
"All of you go down," Nangong Xuan still held Yan Yiming's wrist, glanced at the people who were hesitant to explain, and sneered, "I just want to talk to Miss Yan, can I eat her?"
Everyone in the Yan family could only retreat, looking back every few steps. Young Master Yan hurriedly sent his personal servant to the Fifth Prince's residence to report the news and save the situation. Old Lady Yan saw how anxious Young Master Yan was and spoke when everyone was confused.
"Qi'er, tell me, what's going on? Where did that bracelet come from?"
The rest of the people around him had already left, and only the nervous breathing of Xiao Pingguo could be heard. Yan Yiming looked down at his wrist which was still being held tightly, and helplessly discussed with Nangong Xuan,
"Your Highness, it's a dark and windy night, and we are alone in the same room, and we are still pulling each other... It's not too painful, but it's not good for my reputation."
"When have you ever cared about your reputation?" Nangong Xuan sneered. In the candlelight, he could see a circle of purple marks on the fair wrist. Perhaps he had never expected Yan Yiming's skin to be so delicate, so he finally let go of his hand.
Yan Yiming stretched out his hand to rub his wrist which was still aching. His pretty face wrinkled into a ball, and his delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, showing a charming and elegant demeanor.
Nangong Xuan's gaze softened a little, but his tone remained cold.
"pain?"
Yan Yiming glanced at Nangong Xuan and whispered, "Of course it hurts." After rubbing it twice, before Nangong Xuan's face improved, he raised his head and said seriously, "Your Highness, I wanted to marry you so much before that I didn't care about my reputation for you, but now I have to get married, so of course I care about my reputation."
Nangong Xuan's anger, which he had just suppressed, suddenly burned up as if a spoonful of oil was poured on him, and he sneered.
Yan Yiming actually has the idea of marrying someone else?
"Marry?" Nangong Xuan almost squeezed out these words from his mouth, "Who do you want to marry? The eldest son of Lord Yang? The prince of Jiangxia? Or, my good brother Nangong Ye?"
Yan Yiming advised kindly, "Your Highness, Ye'er is your brother after all."
"Ye'er?" Nangong Xuan had called this name for seventeen years, and for the first time, he felt it was so harsh. He looked down at Yan Yiming and sneered, "You call it so affectionately."
"If Your Highness doesn't like to hear it, then don't..."
"Yan Yiming, stop acting so pretentiously!" Nangong Xuan shouted angrily, unable to bear it any longer. He had never seen Yan Yiming so bold and aggressive before. Every word and expression of his made him extremely dislike him.
"Yes," Yan Yiming responded, putting away all the expressions on her face and becoming serious. She raised her head and looked at Nangong Xuan intently, then said helplessly, "It seems that Your Highness already knows where this bracelet came from, but Your Highness, what are you angry about? Do you dislike the fact that the Fifth Prince gave me the bracelet? Or are you unhappy that I accepted the Fifth Prince's bracelet?"
Nangong Xuan subconsciously wanted Yan Yiming to stop fooling people with his writing, but in the next moment he suddenly understood the difference between the two sentences.
If she was dissatisfied with the fact that the Fifth Prince gave the bracelet to Yan Yiming, then it meant that she did not like the fact that the Fifth Prince liked Yan Yiming; if she was dissatisfied with the fact that Yan Yiming accepted the bracelet from Nangong Ye, then it meant that she was dissatisfied with the fact that Yan Yiming accepted Nangong Ye's affection, or maybe she also had feelings for Nangong Ye.
If the former had already made him angry, the latter would have been furious just by thinking about it.
It was obvious why he was angry.
But Nangong Xuan never wanted to admit this, or pay attention to this reason.
He lowered his head to meet Yan Yiming's gaze, his eyes traced the beautiful eyebrows of the woman in front of him, and finally fell on the red mole at the end of her eye. As if he had not heard what Yan Yiming had just said, he reminded, "Yan Yiming, you swore in front of everyone that you would not marry anyone other than me in this life, but now you are secretly doing it with them, do you think I can't see it?"
Yan Yiming listened to such convincing words, and as if extremely disappointed, he closed his eyes and said lightly, "A real man's words are as good as gold. I am just a little girl. It was just a joke at the time. Your Highness, don't take it to heart."
The oath that shocked the whole capital has now become just a joke.
Nangong Xuan recalled the time when the bright and beautiful woman stood in front of everyone and said ostentatiously that she would not marry anyone but the Crown Prince, causing his father and mother to laugh and cry.
At that time, he actually didn't feel anything in his heart, because Yan Yiming had said that to him countless times. He only remembered the envious expressions of his brothers and sisters around him. After all, this was the most beautiful woman in the capital.
My heart suddenly felt very dry and even aching. Anger welled up in my throat and I felt it was ridiculous. Was this a joke?
Nangong Xuan pursed his lips into a cold arc and sneered, "How shameless must a woman be to dare to treat such words as a joke..."
Before he finished speaking, he looked down and saw a trace of pain on Yan Yiming's pale face. He then forced a smile and said,
"Yes, in your Highness's eyes, I am such an unpleasant person who has no bottom line and is persistent. I am certainly not as considerate and well-educated as Miss Jian. If that's the case, why doesn't Your Highness go find Miss Jian instead of coming here to be unhappy!"
Nangong Xuan looked at her beautiful face and could not hide his sadness. After hearing these words, he did not feel angry for a moment, but felt distressed and said helplessly, "I have no intention of despising you."
Yan Yiming smiled bitterly, and a voice like whispering slowly sounded beside Nangong Xuan's ears, "I don't want to know what Your Highness means anymore. It was Your Highness who asked me to stop pestering you. Now I have finally given up. You should be happy, right?"
Should he be happy?
Nangong Xuan didn’t know, he only knew that when he heard the word “give up”, his heart ached slightly.
Without saying anything else, Nangong Xuan silently called over the servant who had been waiting not far away with a cloak, and personally put the cloak on Yan Yiming's shoulders, "It's a cold night, go back and have a rest, I'll come to see you another day."
Yan Yiming watched from afar as Nangong Xuan's tall figure walked further and further away, wrapped his cloak tightly around him and whispered, "He still has some emotional intelligence."
Little Apple quickly reminded, "There are still 22 points."
"...This can be completely ignored," he complained and rubbed his wrist which was still aching.
Little Apple nodded silently, feeling a little uneasy and worried, "Now that the two brothers have fallen out, what should we do?"
"After all, they are brothers, how can they fight? If you are interested, follow Nangong Xuan and see for yourself." Yan Yiming walked towards his yard wrapped in his cloak heartlessly. Seeing that Xiaopingguo didn't understand, he explained again, "Nangong Xuan must be looking for Nangong Ye now. Maybe that idiot Yan Yiqi has informed Nangong Ye. If Nangong Ye knew, he would definitely rush over. It's almost time now."
Little Apple might be a little skeptical, or she might be very interested in Yan Yiming's conjecture. After hesitating for three seconds, she decisively followed Nangong Xuan to watch the fun. As soon as he arrived at the gate of Yan's Mansion, he saw Nangong Ye dismounting from his horse and bumping into Nangong Xuan who had just stepped out of Yan's Mansion.
Before he could exclaim at Yan Yiming's brilliant plan, he saw the face of the young man who looked like Nangong Xuan was full of anxiety. He saw his brother and declared war without even saying hello, "Why is my brother here?"
Nangong Xuan looked at Nangong Ye coldly for a long time, and then said in a deep voice, "It would be more appropriate for me to ask you this question, Ye'er, even if I didn't marry her at the beginning, I never said I didn't want her."
Nangong Ye pursed his lips suddenly. What he was most worried about was that his royal brother would not let go, but what he disliked most was the way his brother acted when he clearly did something wrong but had no intention of repenting.
"Royal brother, you already have Miss Jian," Nangong Ye suppressed his anger and reminded Nangong Xuan, "You should not get involved with Ming anymore."
"Jian Yu'er is mine, and so is Yan Yiming," Nangong Xuan said condescendingly, looking at his closest brother, "I just found out today that you actually had such thoughts. Since you are my brother, I won't bother with you, but I hope you understand that Yan Yiming is not someone you can mess with. You couldn't touch him before, and you can't touch him in the future. Ye'er, you've been making a fuss for so long, it's time to calm down."
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