Logically speaking, the Xu family should not send anyone to see him again, so who would it be?
Cheyue had a strange look on her face, but she also wanted to know who it was. Since the princess asked him to meet her, there was no harm in meeting her.
"Thank you princess, I will take my leave now."
Cheyue glanced at Chuoluo, her eyes narrowed, and she stepped back lightly.
Chuoluo stood in front of Ting Qingyu, and when he heard the knock on the door, his expression softened.[
Seeing Ting Qingyu frowning and thinking, thinking that she was worried about their affairs, she twitched her lips evilly, "What, princess, are you worried that Chuoluo will be executed by the emperor?"
Half a month has passed, four days have passed, and there are still eleven days left. If the reason for Xia Ling's assassination cannot be found out, then the emperor will probably execute them.
After all, Ting Qingyu had seen murderous intent in Prince Ming's eyes.
After hearing this, Ting Qingyu froze. It was obvious that she was not worried about them just now.
"Chuoluo, when did you learn to be so affectionate?"
"Chuoluo has always been so affectionate, doesn't the princess know? So, Chuoluo has always wanted to stay by the princess's side, that's all." Chuoluo smiled and lowered his beautiful eyes to hide his gaze.
Ting Qingyu burst out laughing, her mouth filled with the fragrance of rose cake.
"Humph, Chuoluo, you are really arrogant, evil and arrogant. This princess is not a three-year-old child. Do you think I will believe what you say?" Ting Qingyu said slowly, picking up a hand.
Xiuer played with the flower handkerchief specially embroidered for her.
Chuoluo's expression changed, but he quickly returned to his normal expression.
Yes, the current princess is no longer the idiot princess who only fell in love with Shangguan Chun, but a princess with unfathomable wisdom.
A smile appeared on Chuoluo's handsome face, like a plum blossom that had just bloomed.
He raised his head, his evil smile deepened, but his eyes shone with an ambiguous light.
"Princess, when will you accept the horse?"
Ting Qingyu looked at Chuoluo in surprise. Everyone wanted to get the position of Fu Ma. It seemed that Chuoluo couldn't wait any longer.
"What does it have to do with you when this princess accepts the 'rotten horse'?" Ting Qingyu raised her eyebrows, with a smile on her lips, like a fresh spring breeze.