Mo Jingli frowned and stared at Ye Li and said, "Why do you have to do some small things? Or do you want to attract attention? Give up, I will never marry you!"

If it weren't for public public, Ye Li would definitely teach him an unforgettable lesson. Would you die if you don't be narcissistic?

"Have Your Highness Li seen the Imperial Doctor?"

"What?" Mo Jingli was stunned.

Ye Li said lightly: "Uncontrolled fantasies at any time and anywhere are diseases, so treat them as soon as possible."

Puchi-I don’t know who it was finally couldn’t help laughing.

"Ye Li, you are bold!" Mo Jingli has never been a good-natured person. He was immediately furious when he was so open and mocked by a woman he had abandoned. A hint of hostility appeared in his cold eyes, and he raised his hand and grabbed Ye Li. A cold light flashed in Ye Li's eyes, and he flipped his hands and had already buttoned something in his right hand, waiting for Mo Jingli to come.

A shadow flew by quickly, and Mo Jingli's hand stopped at Ye Li and could no longer move. A low and gentle voice sounded faintly, "King Li, are you dissatisfied with my future princess?"

The entire second floor was silent, and even the noise downstairs seemed to be very far away. Everyone stared blankly at the place where Ye Li stepped apart. A young man in brown uniform firmly grabbed Mo Jingli's wrist and stretched out to Ye Li. However, everyone present, including Mo Jingli, did not see where the young man came from. Mo Jingli glared at the young man fiercely and quickly shot his eyes at the source of the sound. Ye Li did not look at the person blocking Mo Jingli. As the sound sounded, he turned his eyes to the straight plain back at the entrance of the stairs.

Only then did people notice that the man was wearing inconspicuous plain clothes, but not the restaurant chair but a wheelchair of good style. It was just because he came early and the side was blocked by a half-person high vase. Not many people noticed this. He seemed to be looking down from the carved railings to see the lobby downstairs. It was not until this time that he turned slightly and saw half of his handsome face. He raised his hand and tried his best on the wheelchair, and the wheelchair slowly turned over to face everyone.

The man sitting in a wheelchair was dressed in ordinary clothes, but he was not as decadent and down-to-earth as a person with disabled legs. Even the person standing in front of him seemed to be a little shorter than him and could only look up. There is a kind of person who does not need gorgeous jade or powerful guards. As long as he is there, he is a person above everyone. Half of the man's face is handsome and handsome, and he has a sense of innate nobleness. He wore a frost-colored mask made of unknown material on his left face, covering the entire left half of his face, but giving people a mysterious feeling of wanting to see, even if he knew that there must be hideous scars below.

"Mo, Xiu, Yao!" After a long time, Mo Jingli finally slowly spit out three words.

The three words Mo Xiuyao seemed to have magical power, which made the people who were originally stunned come back to their senses. They looked in surprise at the Ding King who had not appeared in people's realization for many years and were still graceful even when sitting in a wheelchair. Looking at the man in front of them who was completely different from what they imagined, people who had long been used to the idea that Ding King was a disabled waste suddenly remembered how amazing and beautiful this man had once had. This second son, who was once the only favorite of the Ding King's Mansion, was once the object of envy of the entire Da Chu boy. His literary talent and charm were known as the world's No. 1 young scholar. He was outstanding in martial arts, like his ancestors.

Law is like a god, and he was invincible in southern Xinjiang at the age of fifteen. He once had the most beautiful and talented woman in the capital as his fiancée, and his talented man and woman were envious of the world. However, his good fortune seemed to have suddenly ended at the age of eighteen. His only brother passed away. The boy who had hurriedly inherited the title of Dingwang went on an expedition again but almost failed and returned. Although the boy turned the tide in the end, he paid an indelible price. He was seriously injured, disfigured, and had his legs disabled. It seemed that God still felt that the blow to this pride of heaven was not enough. Three months later, his fiancée, who had been engaged for several years, died of illness. From then on, only a few people in the capital could occasionally see the figure of Dingwang.

If Mo Xiuyao was stunning and beautiful in his youth, he was as dazzling as fire, then when he saw him again a few years later, he was as gentle as jade, as quiet and elegant as water. And how many people know how much pain he had experienced during this change?

"Jing Li, you have not seen you for many years." Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li who was staring at him, and then turned his gaze to Mo Jingli.

Mo Jingli's face, which was already lacking in expression, became even stiffer and said in a hard voice: "What is this king, it has nothing to do with you."

Mo Xiuyao nodded in agreement, "I really don't plan to care about what you want, but...even if you don't want to pay attention to your identity, it's better to pay attention to other people's identity."

Mo Jingli frowned and looked at Ye Li's face with a hint of sarcasm. He waved away the young man who was clamping him, looked back at Mo Xiuyao and said, "Do you want to stand up for her? Mo Xiuyao, you won't really fall in love with this woman?"

"You know, your eyes have been a world of difference since childhood." Mo Xiuyao was not angry, and even had a faint smile on his face. "In addition, he is disrespectful to the future mistress of the Ding King's Mansion. Jing Li, are you sure you want to do this?"

Mo Jingli's face darkened and she glared at Ye Li fiercely. She smiled at Mo Xiuyao disdainfully and said, "Ha, the future mistress of the Ding King's Mansion? Mo Xiuyao, are you sure you are talking about this woman?" Princess Ding and the mistress of the Ding King's Mansion are completely different concepts for the royal family. If it is just Princess Ding, it can be ignored, but if this woman really takes charge of the Ding King's Mansion... Mo Jingli suddenly realized that it was a big mistake to instigate the emperor's brother to point this woman to Mo Xiuyao.

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your words!" The young man in brown clothes who retreated to the side stared at Mo Jingli with a bad expression.

Mo Jingli snorted, and turned around and went downstairs without even saying goodbye. Princess Qixia, who was following him, looked at the situation in front of him with some confusion, frowned, and hurriedly chased after him.

The show ended, and many people who were stimulated by the information they received today also left in groups of three or three. In a short while, the only ones left on the second floor were Ye Li and the other table and Mo Xiuyao. Ye Li smiled helplessly in her heart. The capital would definitely be very lively in the future.

"Ahem, I've seen the prince. I suddenly heard something to buy. Zheng'er Murong, please accompany me." Hua Tianxiang coughed lightly, and was ready to run away without any mercy.
Chapter completed!