Ni Die's face turned a little ugly: "What do you mean?"
"Don't you understand?"
He raised his eyebrows and smiled again, "Actually, you are scared to death that your sweetheart will lose to me. I am neither a fool nor an idiot. Don't think that your specious words can make me give up my mind. Don't fantasize about your spring and autumn dreams."
"
"snort"
Ni Die teased and also smiled: "Who said I'm worried that Wang will lose? Wang will never lose."
"The fear rippling out of your lake-like eyes betrays you."
He poked at her, and immediately her face turned even more ugly, her face tightened, and she smiled stiffly.
"I'm afraid that you can't afford to lose. Even if the king pardons your sin, you, a guy who can't afford to lose, will commit suicide out of shame."
Her rapid and authentic voice, full of the smell of gunpowder, shattered her disguise, showing that a storm was about to come, and she wished she could kill him and be done with it.
"oh"
He sneered, "My good Ni Die, my good princess, when did you start caring about me?"
"Because I don't want to be a widow in the eyes of others, I have to pretend to be benevolent. Are you satisfied?"
"You are becoming less and less docile and well-behaved."
However, her appearance aroused his great interest. Although he hated it with hatred, it was much more interesting than her resigned appearance.
"You should realize clearly that the person I am now is my true appearance in Lushan."
Suddenly, when he heard some footsteps approaching from far away, King Anle turned his face away and immediately disappeared.
Then a guard shouted: "The king has arrived..."
Ni Die knelt down, performed the palace ceremony, and cursed her to stand up and speak.
"Actually, you don't need to be polite to me."
He said first
"How can this be possible? You are already the king."