Chapter 331: Don't call her princess again in the future
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Chapter 331: Don’t call her princess again in the future
After the loss, there was that ridiculous self-deprecation. He was laughing at himself, at his own sentimentality, at himself for being so happy and throbbing because of her unintentional words, and at himself for naively thinking that she was still here.
Laughing at myself for being a high-ranking prince of Donglin, there are times when I am being sentimental, laughing at myself...
He didn't know what else he could laugh about.
From today on, there will be no more involvement between him and that woman.
He was still the famous eighth prince of the Donglin Dynasty, and she, he didn't care whether she was the chief of the Department of Justice of the Donglin Dynasty, the eldest princess of Nanli Kingdom, Susano Wanning, or the Mu Yifei who had no identity at all.
This has nothing to do with Qianye Yunxuan.
"My lord, are your injuries feeling better?"
The butler's voice continued to ring in his ears, and at the same time, it also brought him out of his self-mockery.
"It's okay."
The cold voice has no emotion at all, and the steady rhythm can no longer stir up the slightest disturbance.
Just like the Eighth Prince before, the Eighth Prince who kept his emotions and anger intangible, and no one dared to guess his thoughts easily.
"Has Susukino Wanning gone back?"
After a while, he couldn't help but speak, with a faint unnaturalness flashing in his eyes.
"Back to the prince, the princess has gone back. The old slave saw that her expression looked a little uncomfortable, as if she had another attack of angina pectoris."
"What!"
Upon hearing this, Qianye Yunxuan suddenly stood up from the chair and stared at the butler with cold eyes. He ignored the pulled wound on his shoulder and grabbed the butler's clothes, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Have you seen the doctor? Did the doctor say anything?"
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, don't worry. Miss Liu Xi has already looked at the princess and given her a few injections. There is nothing serious."
Hearing what the butler said, Qianye Yunxuan's heart relaxed as soon as it hit his throat.
"Um."
Letting go of the butler, he sat down on the chair again. The wound that had been pulled by his excitement began to hurt again. He stretched out his hand, covered his shoulder, and gritted his teeth to endure it.
"My lord, Miss Liu Xi said that the princess has not insisted on acupuncture every day. If this continues, her heart condition will become more and more serious."
Qianye Yunxuan's heart tightened again, his face turned mostly dark, and a trace of worry quietly slipped through his cold eyes.
But a moment later, I heard him say in a cold voice: "Don't worry about her, she is no longer the eighth princess. We don't need to worry about her life or death."
As he said this, he suddenly stood up from his chair, looked at the housekeeper, and said, "Also, don't call her Princess again. She is no longer the Eighth Princess!"
Obviously, the housekeeper was shocked by Qianye Yunxuan's words.
Some time ago, even he, an old guy who had passed the frivolity of his youth, could see how nervous the prince was about the princess and how much he liked the princess.
The princess was sick, and he was more nervous than anyone else. When the princess left, he always saw the prince standing in the courtyard where the princess lived, in a daze for several hours.
He even transplanted the flowers planted by the princess to the yard where he lived and took care of them carefully all day long.
He has never seen the prince put so much effort into these romantic matters.
He even heard from the queen that in order to save the princess, the prince grabbed the assassin's sword with his bare hands and refused to let go.