Chapter 130 I Must Make Yu Wenyuan My Servant



Chapter 130 I Must Make Yu Wenyuan My Servant

Sun Xiaoyun was a straightforward person. She didn't like ugly men, so she broke off the engagement. She was not afraid even though people inside and outside the palace were talking about her because of the break-up.

When she meets someone she likes, she expresses her love without hesitation.

Because her mother said that if you like someone, you should say it boldly and work hard to fight for it, instead of being shy and missing out on a good marriage.

She was eager to get married and she truly admired the man in front of her, so she said it bluntly.

After saying this, her face turned as red as an apple due to shyness.

"Mr. Yu, you are the first person in my life that I like so much." Sun Xiaoyun asked tentatively: "Can we...can we get to know each other more often in the future?"

If the Third Prince agreed, it would mean that he tacitly acknowledged that Sun Xiaoyun liked him and that he was also interested in Sun Xiaoyun.

But how could the third prince agree?

He looked at Sun Xiaoyun with disgust as she stood in front of him and slowly lowered her head out of shyness.

If it weren't for the fact that the pockmarks on his face disappeared and he had a handsome face now, how could she possibly like him?

A real dog who only cares about appearance.

Although Sun Xiaoyun lowered his head, he could feel the burning gaze above him.

She thought to herself, she was so beautiful and brave, and she dared to express her admiration, which made her different from ordinary women. Master Yu would definitely like her.

She imagined the scene of them strolling on the street together after Master Yu agreed to her request, and the scene of her marrying him wearing a phoenix crown and a gorgeous dress.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. The corners of her lips curled up and she almost laughed out loud.

The third prince was filled with emotions and could hardly suppress them.

Sun Xiaoyun's past humiliation of him embarrassed him, and now her liking for him also embarrassed him.

A person who had humiliated him actually said he liked him.

Hehehe.

The Third Prince laughed sarcastically, then, imitating the way Sun Xiaoyun had done when she broke off the engagement with him, he raised his chin and said coldly, "No. Because, I... don't like you."

"I even hate you a little."

The third prince left immediately after he finished speaking, without wasting a moment, and was unwilling to say any more words.

It can be seen that he really hates Sun Xiaoyun.

Sun Xiaoyun was very confused after being rejected and left behind.

She is the most beautiful woman in the capital!

Everyone likes her, but Yu Wenyuan doesn't like her? He even says he hates her?

Why? Why?

She was neither convinced nor reconciled.

She pinched the handkerchief, crying uncomfortably, and said, "I must make Yu Wenyuan fall in love with me and become my slave."

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The main purpose of the third prince leaving the palace today was to get some fresh air.

After taking a deep breath, he went to the eldest prince's mansion to find Jiujiu.

He is not stupid. If he thinks about it carefully, he can figure out why Jiujiu gave him a fake identity?

Jiujiu probably did this because she didn't want him to be angry with Sun Xiaoyun anymore, and didn't want him to have any contact with Sun Xiao anymore.

But unexpectedly, he and Sun Xiaoyun met by chance due to fate.

The reason he met Sun Xiaoyun was not because anyone revealed his whereabouts, but purely fate.

After the Third Prince arrived at the First Prince’s Palace, he took out his badge, stated his identity, and entered the First Prince’s Palace.

At this moment, Jiujiu was sitting beside Yang Bo's bed, watching Yang Bo drink medicine.

Since Yang Bo was promoted, he has become more active in taking medicine.

Jiujiu looked at it and felt quite relieved.

[I believe that it won't be long before Yang Bo gets better, and the reputation of Yang Neck will spread across the battlefield. ]

【Looking forward to Yang Bo fighting for Western Chu. 】

[I also look forward to the emergence of Yang Bo’s star. 】

After hearing Jiujiu's thoughts, the eldest prince also began to look forward to Yang Bo's next performance.

At this time, the third prince came in.

Jiujiu was the first one to see the Third Prince. She was very excited. She jumped off the bed and ran towards the Third Prince excitedly with her short legs.

"Third brother, third brother."

"You look better today, come and give me a hug?"

The third prince?

The eldest prince looked at the person Jiujiu was running towards.

When he saw the Third Prince's face, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

He heard about the Third Prince's disfigured face being healed, and he also heard that the Third Prince was now as handsome as a demon.

He still had some doubts. How good could a person who had been disfigured for so long look even if his face was healed?

Now that he had seen it, he no longer had any doubts. This third brother was so damn handsome.

【Jiujiu wants the most handsome brother to hug her.】

[Jiujiu likes the handsome brother. Jiujiu carries the banner, beats the drum, and blows the trumpet for the handsome brother.]

【mighty.】

While listening to Jiujiu's flattery, the third prince bent down and picked up Jiujiu.

"..." The eldest prince was very depressed.

Jiujiu likes to be hugged by handsome brothers, what about him?

He didn't hold Jiujiu in his arms very often, but he often let Jiujiu ride on a big horse.

If you are not handsome in love, you can only be ridden like a horse by Jiujiu?

The eldest prince was dissatisfied and found a mirror to look at himself.

He is not ugly! He is just not as good-looking as the third brother.

Jiujiu hugged the Third Prince's neck, leaned over to his ear, and whispered, "Third brother, that annoying Sun Xiaoyun asked me about you, and I said some nonsense."

"Jiujiu doesn't want her to bother Third Brother."

"Annoying guy."

"Third brother understands." The third prince whispered, "Thank you, Jiujiu."

The eldest prince: “…”

The two of them were actually whispering to each other? And they didn't let him hear it?

Is she calling him ugly?

The eldest prince looked at the two people who were whispering with resentment.

Yang Bo on the bed smelled a smell of gunpowder. He felt puzzled. Where did the smell of gunpowder come from?

"Is there anything Jiujiu wants in particular?" The Third Prince didn't control his voice at this moment. He said in a normal voice, "You have done so much for my Third Brother. I want to buy something to thank you."

"Not yet." Jiujiu shook his head.

The third prince asked again: "There are many interesting things on the street. Do you want to go shopping?"

When they go shopping, he will buy whatever Jiujiu likes.

He had no chance to repay Jiujiu for her kindness for the time being, so he could only buy Jiujiu something she liked to please her.

"Yes, yes, yes." Jiujiu excitedly said, "Jiujiu likes shopping."

"good."

The two went shopping. Originally, the eldest prince wanted to go too, but he was about to get married and had a lot of things to do at home, so he couldn't get away and didn't go.

He looked on enviously as the Third Prince carried Jiujiu out of the palace.

"Tsk, why should I be envious?" An inexplicable emotion surged in the eldest prince's heart. He said sourly and disdainfully: "It's just a stroll."

"Besides, I have a wife, but the third brother doesn't."

The eldest prince's guards couldn't help but remind him, "Your Highness, well, you haven't gotten married yet, so the Xiao family's lady is not your wife yet."

"Will you die if you don't strike people?"

Guard: “…”

He was just discussing the matter at hand and not attacking anyone.

The third prince and Jiujiu went shopping, ate delicious food, and had fun. The third prince even let Jiujiu sit on his neck. They looked at the crowds of people and lived a leisurely and happy life until they met a group of people.

They were...held hostage by this group of people.

Yes, I was hijacked.

Who kidnapped him?


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