As soon as I entered the country of Qingyun Kingdom, a bunch of people blocked the carriage they were moving forward and shouted, "The ninth prince is wise and magical, Wu Xiyu is not worthy of being the ninth prince's official concubine!"

Xiyu in the carriage smiled charmingly, "Jun Yaoran. Your ability is not good either. Just after saying in the carriage, you want to marry me as the official concubine, so you put it on and asked me at the city gate." Jun Yaoran obviously couldn't hold his face anymore, and asked the guard beside him coldly, "Who sent people?" The guard lowered his head slightly, "I haven't found it yet, but there must be a culprit among the people."

"Wu Xiyu, get out! What qualifications do you have to be the concubine of our ninth prince?" A woman's shout suddenly exploded in the crowd like thunder breaking through the air. Xiyu twitched the corner of her mouth, "I said Jun Yaoran, is this an admirer?"

"..." This time it was Jun Yaoran's turn to twitch the corners of his mouth. He stood up and threw his robe casually. The fragrance of orchids came, refreshing. As soon as Jun Yaoran came out, all the people knelt on the ground, "The ninth prince was thousands of years old, thousands of years old." Jun Yaoran ignored everyone's kneeling, with a charming smile on his lips, "Who was questioning the prince's princess just now, stand up." The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and no one dared to stand up. Jun Yaoran still had an inviolable temperament, "How can you have the courage to speak, but don't have the courage to stand up."

At this time, a middle-aged man, dressed in the costume of a butcher, stood up, "Ninth Prince, it's rumored that Wu Xiyu is just a useless third lady. She is really not worthy of you!" Jun Yaoran was about to refute, but saw Wu Xiyu walking out of the carriage.

The sound of people breathing, surprise and praise are endless.

"I didn't expect Miss Wu to be such a beautiful woman."

"Really, it's as beautiful as a fairy."

......

Xiyu just smiled faintly and ignored it. Sometimes, the people were so secular. They guessed everything about him based on their skin. They turned around and looked at the man dressed in the butcher, and asked softly, with a hint of disdain in their words, "I really don't know when the rumors about Bei Yao reached Qingyun. There was still a Nan Jin between the two countries!"

The butcher man's face turned blue and then he said, "Who doesn't know what kind of waste you are!"

Xiyu was not angry and said gently to the people below, "I have heard that this princess is a useless person, raise my hands. I don't blame you, I will give you a tael of silver. Come on! Raise your hands enthusiastically."

A low whisper came from the crowd again.

"Will the princess really give us a tael of silver?"

"Stop being a bastard! The princess is so gentle. We have never heard of such rumors. How can we lie!"

......

Everyone whispered for a while, but no one raised their hands. Xiyu yawned boredly, "It seems that this uncle is well-informed."
Chapter completed!