"Third Brother..."
Yelyu Nalan’s voice was timid and fragile, her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful.
She had Central Plains blood in her veins, and in the rough Bianliao royal family, she appeared particularly unique.
The princes who bullied and humiliated her in childhood changed their attitude when she blossomed into a graceful young woman...
Yelyu Nalan was well aware, but she still felt a smug satisfaction.
After all, she believed her beauty in the Royal Palace was unmatched.
Her tears became a powerful weapon with no obstacles.
But Yelyu Nalan forgot, even the sharpest weapon becomes dull with overuse.
She didn’t realize that her tears held no value before the man she admired.
He simply did not care.
He didn’t care about her, nor the women in the mansion, so whether they fought or quarreled, what difference did it make?
As a soldier defending the nation, how could he be troubled by such trivial matters?
This isn’t favoritism; it’s simply indifference.
But now things were different, Yelyu Nalan thought the Great Xia Princess was just like the other women in the General Mansion, merely enjoying temporary favor from her Third Brother.
So, she used some tricks, causing chaos in the General Mansion!
She thought she had done everything flawlessly.
Maybe, even if Third Brother found out, he would protect her, so for a long time, she faced no trouble.
But at this moment, the man’s words held double meanings.
Yelyu Nalan felt a chill from his cold gaze, penetrating her limbs and bones, chilling her heart.
"Get out."
The voice devoid of emotion reached her, yet to the already sweating Yelyu Nalan, it felt like salvation.
She lifted her skirt and hurriedly ran back to her seat, the lowest seat.
"Miss, wipe your sweat." A maid’s voice came to her ear, Yelyu Nalan didn’t even look, just took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her face.
She was too scared to notice that her maid always called her Princess.
Nor did she notice the peculiar fragrance on the handkerchief.
She gripped the handkerchief tightly, wiping her sweat while secretly observing the man in the center of the hall.
Only to find he was smiling.
Smiling at her...
Yelyu Nalan paused, her fearful heart instantly calmed!
This was the great hero she had admired since childhood!
Whoo-hoo, Third Brother smiled at her! The previous attitude was just for that wretch to see!
Otherwise, he would have made her deeply embarrassed right from the start!
Yelyu Nalan lightly bit her lip and gave her great hero, Third Brother, a shy, timid smile.
Yelyu Lie: "..."
His thick eyebrows furrowed, inexplicably he felt a churn in his stomach.
Yun Chunnuan saw him smile at that girl, her heart suddenly uncomfortable.
Their hands were still clasped together.
Her small hand gently pinched the man’s flesh...
He showed a discomforted expression.
"What’s wrong?" Her minor discomfort instantly transformed into concern.
Yelyu Lie gave her a reassuring glance, took the scroll from the Palace Attendant, and handed it to the Little Princess, "The gift from Madam to the King should be introduced by Madam herself."
From beginning to end, Yelyu Lie didn’t speak, just stood behind his little wife, not wanting to overshadow.
She was free to take the spotlight.
No matter whether the outcome was good or bad, he was firmly supporting her from behind.
Even the gift for the King was entirely prepared by him.
Regarding those unsavory matters, he did not want his cherished little wife to know.
Yun Chunnuan looked at that pair of beautiful eyes, filled with her own reflection.
She curved her plump lips, her smile with dimples sweetly intoxicating.
Everyone present was aware of the Great Xia Princess’s beauty, but they didn’t know that her smile was this enchanting!
However, that enchantment was exclusive to one person.
The young couple’s affectionate gaze excluded anyone else.
"Cough!" At this moment, a woman’s soft cough came from the upper seats.
Ayimu truly wanted to kneel before these two kids!
Show your affection in the right occasion!
Is this the time for you to sprinkle dog food excessively?
The Little Princess blushed and glanced at her future mother-in-law.
Her charming appearance, the fair face tinged with pink, made it hard for everyone present to look away.
She took the scroll from the man’s hand, opened it from top to bottom, and finally the King, dressed in a yellow robe at the upper seat, reluctantly shifted his gaze from the Little Princess’s face to the grand and atmospheric calligraphy.