The Anarchic Consort (1)

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Chapter 88: His Highness is Jealous

Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud

The person who drew the most attention was naturally still Helian Jiao Er and her group of people. Miss Nie, Helian Mei, even those few people just now were all young girls envied by people within the capital.

Not only were their qi stronger compared to others, even in terms of their appearance they were top beauties. Behind each of them were various numbers of white cherry blossoms. action

Behind Helian Jiao Er, there were so many white cherry blossoms that they've even been pushed into a pile. Upon further examination, a dozen or more blooms could be counted.

She never looked at them. Rather, she waved her round fan, gently smiling, without the slightest intention of going to pick them up.

Everyone was still waiting to see where the white cherry blossoms in the hands of those noble young lords will end up, especially the bloom in Baili Jia Jue's hand.

Despite Third Prince attending the Flower Gifting Festival every year, nevertheless, he'd never even showed his face, not to mention giving anyone a white cherry blossom.

It's different this time. Since he'd come, it meant that he already had someone in mind to give the white cherry blossom to.

Certainly everyone already thought about it carefully, even if Third Prince gifted it, it'd still be presented to Helian Jiao Er. They indeed already had no hope. So they once again used words to poke fun at Helian Jiao Er.

Helian Jiao Er once again raised her head, turned towards that distinctly handsome and noble young man, and took a glance at him, her eyelashes hung down slightly as she breathed a delicate reply, "We're so loud. Be careful that no one will come in a moment."

"Oh my! So it turns out that Sister Jiao Er is afraid no one will come!" Nie family's young miss vaguely touched her and used the fan to cover the corners of her mouth, "Did you hear that, Sister Jiao Er wants you guys to be a bit quieter. If Third Prince doesn't come in a bit, what're we gonna do?"

Helian Jiao Er blushed, "You, it's on you. This girl really thinks too much!"

"Sister Jiao Er, even if I think even more, it still won't compare to a certain person." The Nie family's young miss, using a glance from the corner of her eye, already pointed out Wei Wei sitting in the distance. Mockery filled her pair of eyes, "Since the beginning a moment ago, she'd been eating nonstop. Couldn't be the same as last time, using this kind of method again to arouse His Highness' attention, could it?"

Very rarely did Helian Jiao Er not have an answer. Instead, she fetched the tea cup and unenthusiastically took a sip. Within her eyes oozed poisonous thoughts that other people had no way of seeing through.

Wei Wei also didn't continue to eat, playing with the bowl in her hand as if it were an armament component, thinking about the matter of opening a second store branch.

But she didn't anticipate that Murong Chang Feng would turn in her direction and walk over, even carrying a letter in his hand.

Wei Wei looked up indifferently.

Murong Chang Feng was wearing an embroidered jade gown. Black eyes and black hair seemed as if he was bestowing upon her a great favor. His voice was neither warm nor hot when he opened his mouth, "I've read the letter. So it was indeed like so."

What was indeed like so?

Wei Wei thought it was laughable as her eyebrows jumped. This person must be ill.

Two people, one looking down, one with their head raised, from the distance, surprisingly appeared as if they had a hint of lingering emotions...

Baili Jia Jue stood inside the pavilion, his hand holding a teacup paused, his pair of eyes were like an abyss where the bottom couldn't be seen, the meticulous system of self-restraint on his body was expressed vividly and thoroughly. On his body, a distinctly cold temperament could be sensed penetrating through a kind of dispirited languidness, similar to ice and snow that's been covered in dust for a long time...