Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Pestering Night of Jun Li

xtremely intelligent. 。With a sneer, Jun Li Ye's cold and enchanting voice, laced with a thick threat, said: "Not doing it This king can still kill you with just a flick of his finger!"Her phoenix eye..."Hmph, no taste at all. Since you don't have the heart for it, then please keep your mouth shut and stop rambling here. With a mouth that long, do you think you're a woodpecker You made this princess get worked up for nothing." Su Qingying rolled her eyes and made a gesture of holding her chest with hands as if her heart was broken into pieces.

"... Holding back the urge to smooth down the goosebumps on his body, Xuan Yuan Mo twitched his lips, "It was this king's fault."

"Don't be ridiculous, of course it's your fault! I don't care about anything, look what you've done to this princess' heart!" Su Qingying said indignantly.

"...." Everyone was speechless.

What on earth makes you think people would like you!

After witnessing Su Qingying's reckless and chaotic martial arts, Xuan Yuan Mo refused to speak, even if his life depended on it.

At this moment, Jun Liye narrowed his phoenix eyes as if unintentionally, and softly spoke, “I've heard that the Fifth Princess of Dongyue is strikingly beautiful. I wonder if this king would have the honor to see the princess's elegance with my own eyes”

When those words were spoken, a deathly silence fell over the entire hall. Then, in an instant, the whole hall erupted!

Everyone stared in disbelief, could they have heard wrong The Regent King of Beiling was actually speaking to the foolish princess of Dongyue!

For a moment, everyone was shocked and confused, even Xuan Yuan Luo Chen and the others couldn't believe it.

Su Qingying's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and she inwardly cried out, "Oh no."ain. "Hmph," she scoffed, "What use is winning the literary prize There's still the art competition. If you can't win in the arts, you still won't get the Gu Yueqin. What's there to be arrogant about!...