I don't know how many times I have complained, but she is not Lu'er. Prince Xuan doesn't feel anything about her complaints.
If it were Lu'er, she would have probably started asking with concern:
"Lu'er, what's wrong with you? Are you tired? Do you want to rest? How about I carry you?"
But that was just for Lu'er. She was not Lu'er, so naturally she couldn't get the kind of care that Prince Xuan had.
He sighed helplessly, good man, are you all dead?
She only has a hundred days, and it has been more than half a month now. If she really can't find a man to get rid of her by then, she really has to...
Wow, thinking about the days after that, she felt uneasy in her heart.
What kind of world is this? It is only natural for a master to raise his apprentice, but the key to the matter is...
Even if you raise her up, you don't have to put forward such harsh conditions, right?
He rolled his eyes helplessly, oh, handsome guys, handsome guys, how come there are so few that are pleasing to the eye?
Oh my God, just give me a handsome guy, okay?
"Hurry up, didn't you say you wanted to follow?"
She is the one who thinks she has nothing to do at home, and she is the one who thinks she is too tired when she comes out. It’s not like this woman doesn’t know martial arts, and she doesn’t know what she is pretending to be with him.
"I...how did I know I had to walk so much to get out?"
Prince Xuan turned his head, waved his hand, and a sharp palm wind flew over silently. Bingbing's heart trembled, but nothing showed on his face.
The palm wind came to her side, but she didn't move at all, as if she really didn't understand anything.