"But aren't you an adopted son? Aren't you not favored? Aren't you often away from the palace? Why did the emperor agree to marry me to you as soon as you told him??" Hua Weiluo opened her eyes with moist eyes.
His eyes looked at the junior brother eagerly, and a series of whys came out of his mouth.
"I am indeed the adopted son..." The younger junior brother's voice paused, and then continued: "But the adopted son must also have a ranking. I am the eleventh. Besides...when did I tell you that I don't
I am favored... If I am not favored, why would the emperor recognize me as his adopted son??"
"Well... what you said seems to make sense..." Hua Weiluo couldn't help but stretched out his hand to scratch his head, but he still felt that this matter was like a mess and he couldn't figure it out. "
What you mean is that you are actually... a very favored one among the princes of Ziyun Kingdom??"
The younger junior brother's expression changed, he was silent for a while, and then he finally raised his head and said calmly: "Just understand it this way for the time being."
"Oh..." Hua Weiluo nodded, and when he was about to continue asking something, two people suddenly came to their table.
"Brother Eleven, it's okay. When did you secretly ask your father to grant you a marriage without me knowing??" A gentle voice sounded above them. Hua Weiluo looked up and found Mr. Yun.
He and Haitang, each holding a glass of wine, stood quietly in front of their table.
The junior brother raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Mr. Yun who was full of interest, stood up slowly, and said to him with a smile: "Thank you for reminding me before."
"..." Mr. Yun's expression suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly.
Haitang, on the other hand, looked at him with a disdainful expression and said, "Don't be complacent. My Huahua is a famous woman who has her own owner. Don't think that the emperor has given her a marriage and she is yours. Let me tell you, the one my Huahua likes."
Stinky Taoist priest, although his character is not very good, he is much more handsome than you!!"
After hearing Haitang's words, Hua Weiluo's head was suddenly filled with black lines. She couldn't help but twitch her lips. She turned to look at her junior brother, only to find that he still had an indifferent smile on his face.
"Thank you, Sister-in-law Qi, for reminding me." Junior Brother's voice said to her calmly, "I think if that smelly Taoist priest heard what you said, he would be very happy."
"That's natural." Haitang rolled her eyes at him and continued: "Although I don't like that smelly Taoist priest, my Huahua likes it, so there's nothing I can do about it. As for you, not only do I dislike it, but you also
My Huahua doesn’t like you either!!”
"That..." Hua Weiluo said weakly, wanting to remind Haitang that the eleventh prince in front of her was actually Junior Brother Zhishan, but before she could speak, she heard Mr. Yun say to Haitang:
"Okay, Haitang, please stop saying a few words."
"Ms. Master!!" Haitang turned her head and glared at Mr. Yun with a slightly coquettish look, then puffed out her cheeks angrily and stopped talking.
"Anyway, congratulations." Mr. Yun raised the wine glass in his hand, gestured towards the two of them, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Haitang glanced at them reluctantly, and finally drank the wine in her hand out of shame.
It's just that from the beginning to the end, she didn't look good on Zhishan.
After the two of them left, the tenth prince came up to them again holding a wine glass.
