The hands that hold the sword after years of military training should originally be a little rough, but Zi Yihan's fingers are as delicate and smooth as white jade, and the fingertips pressing against Han Mengxiao's lips with warmth are even softer than Han Mengxiao's lips.
She trembled unconsciously, feeling as if an invisible electric current was stimulating her senses, causing her reaction to slow down instantly.
"Second brother, what about the divorce letter..." Zi Yiran looked over and said with some confusion.
Wasn't the divorce letter written by his second brother to be ghostwritten for Yun Xi...oh, Sister Mengxiao? Why did he destroy it with his own hands now? Let's find out more.
Zi Yihan did not give Zi Yiran a chance to tell the truth and interrupted him directly: "Sixth brother, let the past be bygones. Sit down."
"But, this...Sister Mengxiao..." Zi Yiran wanted to say something else, but then cast his confused eyes on Han Mengxiao.
Han Mengxiao turned around and gave him a comforting smile: "It's okay."
"You have a very good relationship with your sixth brother." Zi Yi laughed coldly, stretched out his hand to fish, and imprisoned Han Mengxiao in his arms. He said in a voice that only Han Mengxiao could hear, at this moment,
Their bodies were so close that they could clearly hear each other's heartbeats.
"What do you want?" Han Mengxiao gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You have been lurking next to an abandoned concubine who was about to be beaten to death for so long. Your Highness, Prince Han, is really leisurely!"
"Who says it's not?" Zi Yihan glanced around, not caring about the various expressions on everyone's faces. He held his hand tightly around Han Mengxiao's waist, lowered his head and exhaled his hot and moist breath.
Han Mengxiao tried to keep a calm face: "Xiao Mengmeng, let's make a deal, okay?"
"What... what deal..." Han Mengxiao shrank his neck, goosebumps spread all over his body, and Xiao Mengmeng... what kind of tricks is this damn man playing!
No, this man is too dangerous. This is a banquet hosted by the majestic mother of a country. He just goes his own way and is arrogant! We must find a way to escape as soon as possible!
Zi Yihan saw through Han Mengxiao's thoughts at a glance, and said slowly and deliberately: "Look, didn't Nie Yunyan dance just now? How about you dance too? Maybe I will be in a better mood.
I will write you another letter of divorce in front of everyone and fulfill your dream."
"Is this true?" Han Mengxiao's eyes lit up and she looked into his eyes anxiously for confirmation.
"I am King Han!" He stared into her eyes and discussed a fact.
He is King Han, the Prince of War who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people in the Zimo Dynasty. Naturally, he always sticks to his word!
"Okay!" Han Mengxiao turned his head, glanced at Nie Yunyan, who looked a little pale, and responded quickly.
What did she mean? Provocation? When Nie Yunyan saw Han Mengxiao glance at her, thinking that she had just said something bad about her to King Han, the vicious flames in her heart burned even more intensely.
But, what is going on? Why does the prince suddenly appear here? Doesn’t he always hate these palace banquets? Is there something else to do? Or is it because of that bitch? No! No, no, no
! Absolutely impossible! Why did the prince come here for this bitch? He personally ordered her to be beaten to death! He just destroyed the bitch’s divorce letter, didn’t he? He must be angry! Wait a minute, wait a minute.