The prince said this clearly as a way of thanking himself, but his tone was so blunt that it seemed a bit like he was asking for guilt.

"You don't need to thank me, Your Majesty, I just want to marry you casually." Hua Xiangrong smiled and said, facing him, her body couldn't help but tremble a little.

The man frowned. When did he say thank you to her? Did this woman do it on purpose?

His strong self-control allowed him to suppress the urge in his heart to squeeze her to death, and asked with a cold look in his eyes: "When does the princess plan to return home?"

"Go back, go back, of course I have to go back. The prince has personally come to pick me up, so why shouldn't I not come back?" Hua Xiangrong replied with a smile. What she wanted to say was, how could she not not come back?

The power?

The temperature in the room has been rising. Hua Xiangrong can feel that her underwear is sweating, and the socks on her feet are also very uncomfortable.

She wanted to escape from this room, but she had no choice but, with this powerful man here, she couldn't find any excuse to leave.

Finally, she could no longer hold her position, so she got up from the ground and continued with a smile: "Your Majesty, I will order people to make preparations and go back to the mansion with Your Majesty."

After saying that, he was ready to rush to the door. As long as he didn't stay with this man, anything would be fine.

I ran too fast, but bumped into the chair unexpectedly, and was about to fall to the ground.

Fu Jiuchen stretched out his hand, hooked her slender waist, and gently brought her into his arms.

Hua Xiangrong tensed up, raised her head suddenly, and hit the man's chin with her head. She could clearly hear a muffled groan escaping from the man's throat and eyes.

Fu Jiuchen held Hua Xiangrong's slender waist with one hand. His hands were full of softness, and he felt that it was so soft that it would break if he broke it. It was more beautiful than he imagined.

The hand pressing on her waist involuntarily increased its strength, as if she was melting into her bones and blood. Hua Xiangrong hummed and said softly: "Your Majesty, you hurt me."

Fu Jiuchen's eyes were suffocated, and he slowly lowered his eyes to look at Hua Xiangrong in his arms.

She had a pair of big, misty red eyes, her pale face was slightly raised, her slender chin was pressed against his chest, and her hands were pressed against his waist, resisting in an attempt to open the distance between them.

There was black hair flowing between the fingers, and Fu Jiuchen smelled a sweet and greasy fragrance.

The man's breathing became more and more rapid. He pushed Hua Xiangrong away suddenly, and then subconsciously took a step back. The heat in his eyes instantly receded, replaced by some cold darkness.

Fu Jiuchen calmed his heartbeat, took a big step back, put one hand behind his back, and looked down at Hua Xiangrong, who was a head shorter than him: "I didn't say that I came to take you back to the palace.

You go back by yourself, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving."

After saying that, she left her room with full aura, leaving Hua Xiangrong stunned in place for a long time, unable to recover.

"Oh." After a long time, she uttered a word in her mouth, then she packed herself up and went out.

Thin layers of snow fell on the edge of the deep corridor. There was a red plum tree beside the courtyard corridor. Each bud arched a little red, which was extremely clear in the snow.

Hua Xiangrong walked down the stone steps and walked to the plum tree. She stretched out her hand and touched the delicate flower buds, and a happy smile appeared on her lips.
Chapter completed!