Nuomin crossed her arms, glanced at her arrogantly, and smiled faintly: "Naturally... it's for you!"
He Yue was taken aback, and Thirteen's face instantly darkened as he glared at her warily.
Nuomin pouted and glared at him irritably: "With your jealous attitude, how could I possibly be interested in you? If I were to marry, I would marry our stalwart Batel, or the most noble man in the world, such as your Crown Prince. Only the women of the Forbidden City would go to such lengths to marry you!"
Thirteen was so angry that his face turned green. He had never been insulted like this since he was a child.
Just as he was about to retort, He Yue grabbed his arm, stopping him. She smiled at Nuo Min, but her eyes were cold: "You look down on him, and he looks down on you too. He doesn't want to marry you. What right do you have to say whether you'll marry him or not?"
Nuomin was not annoyed by her words at all, but looked at her seriously with great interest: "In comparison, I am more interested in you. You beat me last time, which was fine in itself. It's a bet, but you were too arrogant, and I was very dissatisfied. So you must apologize to me, and then I can consider giving up this marriage."
He Yue was surprised, never expecting this to be the reason; this Mongolian princess's personality was truly peculiar.
At this moment, He Yue's dislike for her lessened somewhat, and a sense of admiration arose in her heart.
However, it's really impossible for her to apologize!
He then raised his chin and met her gaze without fear: "Then you've got the wrong idea. What I, Zhao Jia and Yue, fear least is threats, and what I refuse to do is bow my head and apologize to people!"
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