"If you have so much time to ask Ziliang here, why not just ask the servant who led the way." Before Ling Ziliang could reply, Meng Xian choked back unceremoniously.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with an obvious sarcastic arc. Whether it was his movements or his eyes, they all reflected his disgust for Ye Jiangxue. Perhaps it was even more difficult for him to accept this person than his disgust.

This is really normal, after all... no one can get along harmoniously with their genocidal enemy.

But Meng Xian felt that it was not just as simple as annihilating the enemy. He probably hated her even more, so much that even Meng Xian himself didn't know why he started hating someone and didn't want to see someone so much.

.

Maybe it wasn't the hostility of genocide hatred. He might have started to hate this person even more since he heard his name from Ling Ziliang's mouth!

Ye Jiangxue's sitting posture was a bit inelegant. She was sitting carelessly, so that even the hem of her skirt was exposed. Meng Xian resisted the urge to cover Ling Ziliang's eyes when he saw this scene, and his eyes were originally filled with a little ridicule.

It was mixed with a bit of contempt and disdain.

"The empress, you are so graceful to receive guests. I have long heard that you are ridiculous, but I didn't know that you are so absurd. Such behavior has no royal style. Even the daughter of a country family is a bit more dignified than Her Majesty the Empress." He said.

The four words "Your Majesty the Empress" were deliberately pronounced more forcefully to make them sound extra clear.

Every word is harsh, like needle pricks.

Meng Xian deliberately mocked, his words full of contempt.

But Ye Jiangxue doesn’t care!

Ye Jiangxue held the empty tea cup with great interest to cover the corners of her raised lips. She rolled her eyes, using the cover of her eyelashes to secretly look at the person who was mocking her.

What a beauty. If Yan Junqing is the handsome young master Wen Ruyu, then this Meng Xian is the peony falling into the world.

One is a humble gentleman, and the other is pure and charming. Although they are both beauties, they are completely different.

As for those sarcastic remarks, she never took them to heart.

Moreover, the person who said this is so beautiful. Didn't someone say that the reason why a beauty is a beauty is that she can be called a beauty only because she is beautiful when she is angry, laughs, and curses. Meng Xian undoubtedly fits this sentence.

A beauty among beauties, it is never difficult for Ye Jiangxue to forgive a beauty.

Yan Junqing originally let Ye Jiangxue sit like this, but now someone else came, he stretched out his hand helplessly, preparing to pull up the hem of Ye Jiangxue's skirt.

This movement was paused because of Ling Ziliang's words. After just a few breaths, he resumed his original movement and pulled down Ye Jiangxue's skirt according to his original intention. He also adjusted her posture due to improper sitting posture.

The jade jade that fell off was used to hold down the skirt.

After such an unethical move, most people would be a little embarrassed and uneasy, but Yan Junqing still seemed like a man with nothing to do, still elegant, from his sitting posture to his expression, every move was as full of character as a template. Meng Xian's

He had heard this kind of words countless times after following Ye Jiangxue over the years, but the sword of words no longer posed any threat to him.

He was not angry at all, his eyes were as heavy as water, his lips were level, and he looked at Ling Ziliang and Meng Xian lightly.

"Ziliang, are you done with the medicine?" Yan Junqing did not follow Ye Jiangxue's words to exclude his younger brother, nor did he respond to Meng Xian's provocation. He only caught a glimpse of Ling Ziliang's empty hands, and Meng Xian's beautiful hands were holding nothing.
Chapter completed!