Su Moliang was a woman after all. No matter how tough she was, she was still thin-skinned. With so many people looking at her, being held in Nan Qingjue's arms still made her feel awkward.

"Nan Qingjue, get out of here, don't make me angry." Su Moliang gritted his teeth and warned.

Nan Qingjue saw that she looked like a cat with fried hair, so he curled up his lips and smiled, biting her neck gently before slowly leaving her body.

Su Moliang was bitten by him like this. Although it didn't hurt and was a little itchy, but being looked at by so many people, a rush of heat rushed to his forehead, and a blush instantly appeared on his cold cheeks.

This Nan Qingjue, he did it on purpose. He was declaring his ownership and letting everyone, especially the seventh prince who was staring at her, know that she belonged to him alone.

Still as arrogant and unreasonable as ever.

Su Moliang rolled his eyes.

When the seventh prince met her for the first time, he didn't even know what kind of person she was. Maybe he didn't take her seriously at all. He didn't know what kind of jealousy Nan Qingjue had.

Watching the interaction between the two, the Seventh Prince's expression remained unchanged, still cold, but a glimmer of darkness flashed through his dark eyes.

On the other hand, Wei Yong, who was beside the Seventh Prince, immediately recognized Su Moliang, his expression froze, and he couldn't help but sneered and said, "So this is the Ninth Princess!"

Before, Wei Yong didn't pay much attention to her calling herself this palace. Just now when the eunuch informed her of her identity, he realized that the woman who contradicted him was still a princess.

No wonder he is a little arrogant.

When the emperor heard this, he was obviously stunned. He didn't know what Wei Yong meant. He nodded with confusion on his face: "Yes, she is the ninth princess. From the tone of the captain of the guard, it seems that he knows the ninth princess?"

As soon as the emperor said these words, everyone in the palace looked at Su Moliang, their eyes shining with surprise.

Many of the ministers, rich ladies and concubines here did not know what happened on the street today, so they were naturally full of curiosity about Wei Yong's words.

Hearing Wei Yong's words and feeling everyone's more intense gazes, Su Moliang's heart skipped a beat and he raised his eyes to stare at Wei Yong.

"Haha, yes, today your Ninth Princess called me a dog slave on the street, and also scolded our Seventh Prince for bullying others. It's hard for me to get to know such a person." Wei Yong smiled and spoke in a loud voice.

It exploded powerfully in the main hall.

For a moment, everyone looked shocked with fright.

Calling the captain of the guard a dog slave, and scolding the seventh prince for bullying others?

Did they hear it correctly?

This - this - this is too courageous.

After the emperor heard this, his whole old face turned pale with fear, the corners of his mouth trembled, his muscles twitched, and his eyes looking at Su Moliang were full of fear.

He was so horrified that he froze on the spot for a moment before he suddenly woke up and quickly apologized: "Chief Guard, the Ninth Princess is young and not sensible. I hope the Seventh Prince and the Captain will not take her to heart."

Wei Yong is a straight-tempered man who doesn't mince words and snorts directly: "She's already married, isn't she still sensible? I think she doesn't take our seventh prince seriously at all."

When the emperor heard this, he immediately wiped his hands in cold sweat in a panic.

It was obvious that the captain of the guard was unwilling to give up.

When Su Moliang saw this, a hint of disdain flashed across his face.

It's really ridiculous that a grown man still learns to complain.

Su Moliang was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the seventh prince who had been silent spoke up.

"Wei Yong, this is someone else's territory, don't be arrogant." The cold voice was clearly scolding Wei Yong, but it made people confused. They didn't know whether they agreed or disagreed with Wei Yong's words.

After hearing this, Wei Yong's face fell, his brows furrowed, and he said unconvinced: "Master, but that bitch is too much!"

Their master is always worshiped by others wherever he goes. It is unreasonable for him to be bullied like this now in a rotten place where no birds can lay eggs.

"Asshole! That's the ninth princess, how can you call her a bitch? Hurry up and apologize to the princess!" The seventh prince's handsome face was stained with anger, and obvious anger flashed in his dark pupils. His voice was not loud, but his aura was strong.

, the blockage made Wei Yong so aggrieved that he could not speak.

Su Moliang didn't expect the slave to be so cunning, but the seventh prince was actually very reasonable.

Could she be wrong? In fact, the seventh prince is a broad-minded and magnanimous person?

Su Moliang looked at him curiously again, and happened to meet those frighteningly deep black eyes.

She was startled and immediately rejected her inner thoughts.

No, he is by no means a tolerant and kind person.

Just when Su Moliang was shocked, the angry Wei Yong seemed to have thought of something, and the anger on his face disappeared. In a blink of an eye, he really looked like he was apologizing, and shouted to the palace maid: "Come here, serve the wine.

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After a while, the palace maid quickly brought a plate of fine wine and placed it firmly on the table in front of Wei Yong.

Seeing this, Wei Yong held the pot in his right hand and raised the glass in his left hand. He quickly poured a glass, moved his fingers, put in a trace of spiritual power, and slightly immersed it in the wine, making the wine boil.

Then, he put the boiling wine glass back on the plate and gestured to the palace maid, telling her to bring it to Su Moliang.

"Ninth Princess, I, Wei Yong, would like to offer a glass of wine to the Princess to apologize for my previous rudeness and to ask the Princess to show her favor." Wei Yong picked up his wine glass and raised his hand to invite her.

If Su Moliang hadn't looked at the boiling wine and his apologetic gesture, she would have almost believed his good intentions.

She looked at the spiritual power floating on the drink and immediately recognized the spiritual power level of the captain of the guard.

I didn't expect that a captain of the bodyguard could actually be a high-level heavenly spiritual master. He was really powerful.

However, at her current level, she cannot directly swallow such powerful spiritual power. If she really drinks it, her body will probably be severely damaged.

It can range from serious injuries to death.

This Wei Yong is clearly trying to trick her!

But no one dared to say anything to stop it!

This method is also cruel.

Seeing Su Moliang holding up the wine glass and refusing to drink, Wei Yong's eyes flashed with a ruthless look, and he suddenly said in annoyance: "Ninth Princess, what do you mean? Do you think I am not sincere enough, or do you want to give me the master?"

To save face, do you deliberately embarrass my master?"

After hearing this, Su Moliang knew that he could no longer shirk it.

This person was obviously forcing her.

If she didn't drink, it would be really troublesome for her to be charged with this crime.

Just as she was struggling, Nan Qingjue beside her grabbed the wine glass, put it in front of her delicate nose and took a sip. Her beautiful red lips like cherry blossoms moved slightly, and she whispered softly: "The wine is good."

Wine, but this spiritual power is not that good, is this your sincerity?"

Wei Yong was shocked. He didn't expect that someone would dare to laugh at his poor spiritual power.

You must know that he is a high-level heavenly spiritual master. Although he is nothing in the Cang Yuan Kingdom, he is one of the strongest in the Southern Sui Kingdom.

This useless-legged prince in front of me actually despises his strength. How can it be unreasonable!

Wei Yong was so angry that he gritted his teeth and was about to retort, but unexpectedly, Nan Qingjue snatched him away again.

"However, for the sake of the aroma of the wine, I will drink this cup for my beloved concubine and accept your apology." As he said this, Nan Qingjue raised his head and drank the glass, watching everyone watch.

Shocked.

That is the spiritual power of a high-level heavenly spiritual master!
Chapter completed!