Hearing this, the third prince paused, and his lazy expression also calmed down, as if a faint sadness had passed.

No one knows that the third prince of Mo Yuan Kingdom is actually sick.

He is born without heart.

He felt that he was a walking zombie, a puppet without thoughts and hearts.

So the third prince never feels pain or feels sad.

And few of them know this secret except for a few close people.

Even the emperor didn't know about this.

The fourth prince actually knew what the third brother's temperament was, so he persuaded him kindly.

"San brother, Xiaohuangmei is a pistachio. You will only be happy with her and will not have any worries. Maybe you can try to get in touch with Xiaohuangmei more. Xiaohuangmei may be able to cure your illness."

The third prince is born without a heart, and his body and organ structure is different from others.

But this does not mean that the third prince is unhealthy.

He can eat and drink, is healthy, and has never had any serious illness.

Therefore, the fourth prince thinks that the third brother just has contacted too few people and things. If you contact the little prince more, you may have different feelings.

The third prince raised a casual smile again, and said with a little disdain: "No need, fourth brother, you know I listened to my second brother very much."

After saying that, the third prince left the house with a step that he did not recognize his relatives.

The fourth prince looked at his back and asked, "Are you not afraid that you will regret it?"

The third prince sneered again and said indifferently.

The third prince turned and left.

When he walked outside the door, the third prince narrowed his eyes and smiled again. His slender eyes seemed to be decorated with a sparkling golden light, which was very dazzling, but the smile on his lips was a little ironic.

"The fourth brother is really crazy."

"Will I regret it? Isn't it just a little shit kid?"

"The fourth brother thinks Mo Jiaojiao so important does not mean that I am the same."

He had said a long time ago that Mo Jiaojiao was a boring additive to him.

Although Mo Jiaojiao is indeed very pleasing.

But this doesn't mean he wants to accept her.

The third prince sneered and left with a swagger.

...

Jiaojiao came out for a while and went back quietly.

Has Dad been on the court?

Are you back?

Jiaojiao secretly poked her head out at the door and looked into the Yangxin Hall.

This is amazing.

The King of Sick Sick was sitting in a wheelchair wearing a dragon robe. His handsome face was heavy, as if it was on fire.

Lingyun and Madam Li knelt at the emperor's feet.

The atmosphere in the hall was filled with a full smell of fire.

Dad was angry.

Suddenly, the cold eyes of the Dalian Jun on the dragon throne looked over.

"What are you doing outside? Need I invite you in?"

Jiaojiao shrank her little head and walked in, following her steps, as if she had done something wrong, how pitiful it was.

"Dad, dad, don't be angry, Jiaojiao invites you to have candy."

Jiaojiao took out a candy and handed it to the emperor's mouth, squinted her cat's eyes, and smiled and pleased the emperor.

"Why am I angry?"

Mo Yinyuan said coldly, got up and left, not even looking at this little shit.

He wanted to strangle her to death if he was afraid of taking a few more glances.

I run out like a monkey all day long, and I can't even close it.

"Dad lied to others~"

Grudged in a small voice.

"What did you say?" Mo Yinyuan turned his head and glanced at him with a cold look.
Chapter completed!