Yuan Qingling jerked his hand away and pushed him away, "What are you doing?"
Yu Wenhao stared at her blankly, "What are you doing?"
"Your face!" Yuan Qingling accused him. Unexpectedly, he was still a scumbag.
He snorted, "You pressed me here yourself. I just wanted to turn my head away so as not to be offended by you."
“Is it my fault that it’s co-authored?”
"Is it my fault? Is it my fault that I dragged you over?"
He sat up straight and said coldly: "What's so great? It's not like I haven't seen it before. Besides, you have seen everything about me, and you have never seen me unhappy."
Yuan Qingling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I was treating your wounds."
"Who wants you to be troublesome?"
"I should have known that ignoring you would make you inhumane and cut off your descendants." Yuan Qingling felt that his temper was becoming more and more uncontrollable. The main reason was that he had gone too far.
"You are my king's princess. If I cut off my descendants, you will also cut off my descendants."
"You will divorce me from now on." Yuan Qingling narrowed her eyes, "We have an agreement."
"Before you think about this problem, you'd better think carefully about your promise to your father. You said you wanted him to have a grandson within a year." He said coolly.
Yuan Qing Ling said leisurely: "There are so many variables that can happen in one year. It's unnecessary for me to think about it now."
Yu Wenhao remained silent, but there was an unspeakable anger in his heart.
It's because of her leisure and the word "variable" in her words.
There was no more conversation along the way, and the two of them sat apart from each other, feeling disgusted with each other.
After returning to the mansion, Yuan Qingling went directly back to Fengyi Pavilion.
In the yard, Yuan Qingping was eating the red bean soup that her grandmother had made for her. When she saw her coming back, she frowned and said, "Why are you back?"
"Some things have been delayed." Yuan Qingling sat down and went over to take a look. The red bean soup seemed to be very good. "Mommy, give me a bowl."
"What's delayed?" Yuan Qingping asked.
"It's a small matter." Yuan Qingling looked a little worried when she saw that she was still staring at him. She couldn't help but feel slightly startled. This sister seemed to treat her well.
"Can't you be smarter?" Yuan Qingping said depressedly.
"It's really okay."
Yuan Qingping didn't believe it at all, but this was not something she could worry about.
She said calmly: "The second old lady asked me to find out whether your relationship with the prince is really what you said."
"Yeah." Yuan Qingling responded absently.
Yuan Qingping took a few bites, pushed the bowl, and said angrily: "Why don't you care? The government has a purpose for asking about you. Why are you so confused?"
Yuan Qingling looked at her suddenly angry face and smiled, "What's the purpose?"
"How do I know? It must be for my father's career. If you can't help my father, the consequences will definitely be serious. I can see that you and the prince are not really on good terms."
Yuan Qingling said thoughtfully: "You have a clear mind."
Yuan Qingping said angrily: "What's clear? Who doesn't know what my father has been running for these past few years? I'm not a fool."
"That's his business, just leave it alone." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yuan Qingping sneered, "I don't care? I don't want to care, but what can I do? He has arranged my marriage and is just waiting to sell me to help his future."