Jiu'er was a little frustrated, but pouted and stared at Qingshan warily. No matter what, she would not let anyone hurt the young lady.

In the huge room, there was a faint aroma of burning red candles. Hundreds of fruits were placed on the table, and the big red word "Happy" was extremely eye-catching in the candlelight. Maybe the room was too big, and Qi Fuhan had a vague illusion of coldness.

Suddenly, a pair of gold-silk steps embroidered with auspicious clouds and dark patterns appeared in front of her. With her eyebrows lowered, through the gap in the ribbon, she watched the owner of these feet slowly walking towards her. In her red sleeves, her fists were clenched.

Although she agreed to marry into the Fourth Prince's Palace, it did not mean that she would willingly climb into the Fourth Prince's bed. At least, she would not allow a strange man to touch her.

Unexpectedly, this man didn't touch her. Instead, he lay on the bed by himself. He had no intention of having sex with her. He even... didn't even take off the hijab for her.

His eyebrows suddenly raised.

Qi Fuhan pulled off the wedding handkerchief and glanced sideways at the man behind her. She saw that his eyebrows were slightly drooped and his face was pale, as if he was really ill. She saw that the hand covering his lips when he coughed lightly was slender and white.

, very much like a woman's hand, extremely delicate. It seems that it can only caress a man's fan, not like an ordinary man who can hold a sword.

As expected, he was extremely weak. There must be some basis for the widespread rumors that the fourth prince was terminally ill.

"If you don't like me, why do you want to marry me?" Qi Fuhan stood up and looked at me coldly.

Slowly sitting up, Jiang Dongyu raised the corners of his mouth with an evil smile, and his eyes flickered like candlelight, "How do you know I don't like you?"

"Then why are you so disdainful of even lifting my hijab?" Although Qi Fuhan was calm, he was extremely unwilling to admit defeat.

"What if you lift it? So what if you don't lift it?" Jiang Dongyu smiled charmingly. Under the candlelight, there seemed to be an invisible halo that stayed in his eyes.

At that moment, Qi Fuhan caught his eye and was attracted by such a charming luster.

Startled for a moment, Qi Fuhan frowned slightly, "In that case, what's the difference between you marrying me and not marrying me?"

"Of course there is a difference." Jiang Dongyu stood up and smiled more and more incomprehensibly, "If you marry, you are mine. If you don't marry, you are someone else's. Do you think this difference counts?"

Qi Fuhan blinked. Is this considered provocative?

Well, she must be crazy. It is really ridiculous to talk about lifting the hijab with a terminally ill person in such a festive wedding room.

Not wanting to talk nonsense or getting entangled, Qi Fuhan turned around and walked out the door.

"Don't you think you owe me a favor?" Jiang Dongyu said suddenly.

Stopping, Qi Fuhan turned around and narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes, "What do you mean?"

The white jade is as smooth as gel, smooth and translucent. Under the candlelight, the white jade chess piece shines in Jiang Dongyu's palm, reflecting his proud and evil chuckle. Qi Fuhan wanted to take action for a moment, but she wanted to see a sick man

How can I play tricks on myself? What’s more, I can’t stop smiling like that.

Isn't he suffering from an old disease? Isn't he unable to welcome the bride? Why is he so lively and vigorous now and still has the strength to tease her?

Qi Fuhan suddenly had the illusion that he was being fooled, and he couldn't help but narrow his dangerous eyes, "Is that you in the carriage? Why is it you?" No wonder she felt that the person carrying her was a little familiar, and it must be Qingshan from that day.

"Why can't it be me?" Jiang Dongyu showed a smile of successful prank, with a joking look in his eyes.

Suppressing his impulse, Qi Fuhan suddenly realized that he could easily provoke his anger. For so many years, no one has been able to do this. It is true that his cultivation is not enough. When a woman sees such a monster-like man, she will

They won't be able to hold it back.

"Okay, I owe you a favor. After all, what do you want me to do?" Qi Fu was as cold as ice, but he was a little angry with himself.
Chapter completed!