Xia Yanjin was impatient. He still had to go find the court doctor! How could he have time to deal with these trivial matters?
He wanted to roar in anger, but thinking of the unbearable heat in the room, Xia Yanjin lowered his voice and shouted, "Do you still need me to teach you?"
"Xia Yanjin, Xia Yanjin, come out here!
An Mengru forced her way in with Su Ye's help.
Xia Yanjin's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and the butler knelt on the ground.
It's over, the prince is really angry. Something must have happened last night. He used to love Miss An coming to the palace the most.
"Please ask the court doctor to come to the main hospital to treat you. Don't see what you shouldn't see, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
"yes!"
Xia Yanjin strode out of the yard at great speed. An Mengru was arguing with the servant guarding the gate.
"You asked Xia Yanjin to come out. What's the matter? Don't you want the beauty in your pregnancy to come out?" An Mengru's voice was sharp and sarcastic. Xia Yanjin felt disgusted when he heard it.
Ever since he found out that An Mengru plagiarized poetry, he didn't know how much of her life was a disguise. Perhaps this was her true side?
"An Mengru, have you had enough of making trouble? If you have, get out of here. Prince Liang's Mansion is not a place where you can act wildly."
An Mengru looked at him sadly.
He was the first person she met after traveling through time. At that time, she was framed by her elder sister and appeared alone in the hunting ground. It was his appearance that saved her from the mouth of the wild wolf.
He was different in her heart, and she thought he was the same to her.
Just a month ago, they experienced an assassination together. In the cave where they survived the disaster, he held her hand and promised to marry her and live with her for the rest of their lives.
But now, why?
"Xia Yanjin, I just plagiarized a few poems. Do you have to be so angry with me?"
Su Ye was stunned for a moment and looked at An Mengru in disbelief.
What did he hear, plagiarized poetry?
Who, An Mengru? Her claim to be able to handle all kinds of styles was actually a lie?
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