Shadow Moon, that drunkard, must be very interested in brewing wine himself. You might as well ask him to try it, maybe he can really tinker with it.
With a suitable candidate in mind, Xiang Wanwan suddenly felt confident and made a generous promise, "Next time you have a chance, please try the fine wine of Maple Mountain Manor. I guarantee that Your Highness will become addicted to it and never drink it again."
I don’t want to try other wines.”
"Are you addicted to drinking? No, what should I do if I don't drink anymore?" Bei Che smiled with crooked eyes, like a breeze blowing over the water, the ripples were blown away a little, the coldness was still there, and the aftermath was hidden.
I'm tempted, but I'm still being pretentious, and I'm asking for more.
"Maple Mountain Manor, Your Highness can come and go freely. You can come and drink whenever you want. Will His Highness's wine supply be missing?" Wan Wan blinked her narrow phoenix eyes, with a look of ignorance on her face, pretending she didn't understand.
The desire in Bei Che’s words.
Did he still not give up and want to take her back to the Prince's Mansion?
My Highness, it is not because Wanwan refuses, but the situation is compelling and it will take some time.
Both he and she need to be patient, and patience is always a difficult thing. The pain of not getting it is far more unbearable than physical pain.
"Oh?" Bei Che raised his eyebrows and stuffed the last shredded bamboo shoots on the plate into his mouth, "Wanwan, the Prime Minister and his wife already knew that you were not in the Crown Princess's residence, and they were very anxious. I tried to help
You concealed your whereabouts, but your married daughter didn't come back for eight months. The prime minister became suspicious and insisted on seeing you. As a last resort, I had to tell the truth. You won't blame me, right?"
He didn't mention it, and Wan Wan almost forgot about Xiang's home.
She has never been able to integrate into the identity of Miss Xiangfu, nor does she feel that by being reborn in the body of another daughter, she has to take on the corresponding responsibilities. Therefore, she really has no burden at all when she is away from home, and she has simply forgotten about it.
In this world, there is a nominal father and a nominal mother, who are connected by blood with her and will care about her life and death.
"I understand." Xiang Wanwan lowered her head, took a crystal shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it slowly while thinking quickly about how to deal with this matter.
"The Prime Minister has connections all over the capital. When the Maple Mountain Villa was being built, it had already attracted his attention. He stayed put for several months and observed secretly. It was only in the past few days that he determined that the owner of the Villa was his most beloved.
My daughter Wan Wan." Bei Che felt better and better as he got closer, and
And it was very, very good, so good that he explained it to Wanwan carefully without being verbose, "You, do you think you can always hide such a big fight from others? You will have to face it sooner or later.
Be prepared, in the next few days, the prime minister and his wife will definitely come looking for a girl."
Xiang Wanwan choked, "Your Highness, what are you so happy about? Doesn't it make you feel happy physically and mentally to see others suffer?"
"How could it be? I'm worried about you." Of course, if he tightened his crescent-shaped lips, knitted his thick eyebrows, and his facial expression, it would probably be more like sharing weal and woe.
Xiang Wanwan picked up another dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth without knowing the taste. She felt that today's dumpling was not tasty, neither fresh nor delicious, and it was hard to swallow as if chewing wax.