"Get up, you still listen to me on everything! Why do you two come to me when you listen to me on everything?"

His words instantly made An Ning feel like she was on the verge of tears.

An Ning cast a questioning look at Nanye Jiarong, but he just spread his palms. It seemed that the emperor and the queen mother were determined to accomplish this.

"Brother Emperor, if An Ning doesn't marry any Jinse prince, please do a good job and don't marry me, will you?".

An Ning received Ning'er's signal and ran up to grab Nanye Yehua's arm in a coquettish manner.[

"I'm not a leftover girl who can't get married. Do you need to be in such a hurry to marry off your only royal sister?".

As An Ning spoke, she secretly pinched her thigh hard. The pain stimulated her tear ducts, and tears fell down.

"I know that I am neither gentle nor obedient. I always make you and my mother angry. An Ning knows that I am wrong. Can An Ning change? I am still young and don't want to get married. Brother Huang, please have mercy on me."

Seeing that Nanye Yehua's expression remained unchanged, An Ning simply howled at the top of his lungs.

Ning'er turned to face and quietly gave her a thumbs up, gesturing for her to continue.

Nanye Jiarong looked at Ning'er and An Ning and saw little movements, the smile in his eyes became bigger, and he watched silently.

He also hopes that Ning'er can convince the emperor. After all, feelings cannot be forced, and not everyone gets closer like Ning'er and Nanye Yuze.

"Brother Imperial, please An Ning. You were young too, and you should understand the emotional issues between men and women better than I do. If Zhao Ziye and I are naturally at odds, we would be as noisy as Sister Ning'er and her second brother when we meet.

You definitely don’t want to see that either, right?”.

Nanye Yehua snorted coldly and said: "Yes, why don't you want to? What's wrong with being like Ning'er and the others? Look, isn't the relationship now very good?".

Ning'er took a breath and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Brother, do you really want to push your own sister into a pit of fire?"

An Ning pursed her lips, her crystal eyes filled with tears, and her whole person looked more and more pitiable.

There were three black lines on Nanye Yehua's forehead. He peeled off An Ning's hand and stood up.

Sighing: "An Ning, this is something that the queen is optimistic about. It's useless for you to tell me. As for the issues you are worried about, I have already helped you to find out, brother. Zhao Ziye is five years older than you.

You are a very talented person, and it is said that you have an alluring appearance. You are the Prince Charming in the eyes of many girls. It is your blessing that people like you. This is something that many girls cannot ask for."

The corner of An Ning's mouth twitched: "You don't have to say something bad about me in such a roundabout way, after all, I am also a princess of the same country. According to you, when I marry him, I have to be grateful to him, don't you think he is interested in me?".

"Okay, he doesn't like us, but we don't like him yet. Since he is a hottie, our family An Ning should not join in the fun. He will be killed by thousands of women with hateful eyes. His death will be ugly.

ah.".

After saying this, Ning'er felt relieved and she couldn't help but clapped her hands and cheered.
Chapter completed!