She sniffed and choked, "Mo Nu, you have been with Qingyue for so many years and you must know him best. Tell me, does he not like me anymore?"
More than just dislike...hasn't His Highness made it clear that he already dislikes you?
Mo Nu did not dare to say these words. He curled his lips and said words that even he felt were hypocritical. He comforted Mei Xi and said, "How could it be possible? Princess Mei Xi has a noble status, her beauty is unparalleled, and she is very special to His Highness."
She is as tender as water and as obedient as ever. There is no man in the world who wouldn't like such a woman."
"Princess, don't think too much. His Highness is just worried about some things recently, so he can't control his temper. In his heart... he still likes the princess, otherwise... there are so many women who match his status in the demon world.
,Why does he only want to marry the princess?"
Mo Nu was telling lies with his eyes open, but Meixi took his words seriously.[
She immediately smiled and said, "You are right. If Qingyue didn't like me, she wouldn't have married me. I was just impatient and didn't expect so much. Mo Nu, no wonder you can become his personal slave. You
I really know him very well."
Mo Nu resisted the urge to laugh. Of course he knew His Highness very well, so he also saw how much His Highness disliked Mei Xi.
It's just that...this Meixi also has all her beauty, but no brains. She can't even tell whether His Highness really likes her.
He pretended to be humble and shook his head, "It's not that I know your highness very well, but that the authorities are confused and the onlookers know clearly. Princess, it's better not to think wildly, and don't come again during this period, so as not to be gossiped about. Princess only needs to think about how she can live forever after getting married."
What can't you endure during these few days with His Highness?"
Meixi nodded with tears in her eyes, and reluctantly glanced in the direction where Lan Qingyue left.
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"Your Highness, Princess Meixi has left."
In the study room, Lan Qingyue nodded expressionlessly and tapped the table with her long fingers, "I'm giving you the order. From now on, no one will be allowed to step into Xiaoyao Hall without my permission."
Mo Nu knew that he was really angry. He walked to the table, poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, why should you be familiar with her? It's not like you don't know what kind of person Princess Meixi is, minion.
It is estimated that she will not come again during the period before the wedding."
"So much the better."
Lan Qingyue holds a pen in her hand and a stack of paper on the table. This is a habit he has maintained for a long time, which is to practice calligraphy every day.
When writing, you must calm down and write well.
But today, no matter what, he could not calm down his heart.
There are already several pieces of scrapped paper thrown into the wastebasket on the side. This one in my hand... I'm afraid it will be scrapped again.
He frowned, threw the brush on the table irritably, pressed his slender fingers on his forehead twice, sat down, leaned back, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.
With this look, anyone could see that he was agitated.
"Your Highness...are you worried about her?"
Lan Qingyue picked up the pen on the table, moistened it twice in the ink tray, shook her hands, skimmed off the excess ink, and wrote a large Chinese character JING on the white rice paper.