The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

The third young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zi Yan, is more charming than Hua Jiao, her cultivation has reached the second level, and she is almost breaking through the third level. She is only 15 years old this year, and the young master who came to propose a marriage almost broke through the threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Hao'er is late, I wish my father blessings like the East China Sea, and a longevity like Nanshan." Jing Hao, who is only nine years old, already has the demeanor of a son of a family. Although he is still a little childish, his mind is already enlightened and he knows how to distinguish right from wrong.

"Well, Hao'er, take your seat." Dongfang Lie nodded, his resolute face was a little relieved, he was more imposing than two years ago, his domineering spirit was no less than that of a general, but he did not lose his style.

Delicious wine and delicacies, more and more high-ranking officials and dignitaries came to the birthday banquet this year. Whether it was awe of the strong, false flattery, or power grabbing, there were a lot of birthday gifts and congratulatory messages.

Nan Gongchen and Jing Ao, the two young figures of Jinli Kingdom, easily attract attention no matter where they are. Compared with two years ago, the two are more magnificent, deep and restrained, and not showing their emotions.

"Third Highness, Yan'er has been waiting for you for a long time, and you are only here now." Zi Yan, dressed in snow-colored brocade, said softly with a smile.

After two years of tempering, she fell under Luo Wanqing's hands countless times. She finally knew how to restrain her arrogance, and tried her best to imitate Luo Wanqing in every word and deed. She believed that one day she would replace Luo Wanqing.

"Miss Dongfang is polite, I'll excuse you first." Nan Gongchen suppressed the displeasure in his heart and said politely.

He has never had a good impression of the pretentious Dongfang Ziyan, and he even imitated Qinger, who didn't even have half of Qinger's charm.

Zi Yan looked at Nangong Chen's back indignantly, why didn't he see her all the time?

In the two years at Lance Academy, she greeted him with tenderness, but he was still indifferent, and all his tenderness was given to that person named Luo Wanqing.

Not far away, Ziying hooked her lips sarcastically. Dongfang Ziyan's expression of unwillingness and infatuation is really wonderful. Everyone can see that Ziyan is imitating Luo Wanqing. She looks like a nine-day mysterious girl on her body, and she looks like a pheasant dressed as a phoenix on Zi Yan's body, which is funny.

The appearance of Nangong Chen undoubtedly caused quite a stir. His slender and straight figure, unparalleled handsome face, and incomparably noble status adorned the dreams of countless women.

"Ah? It's the Third Highness? I'm sorry, I bumped into you..." Ziying said with a look of bewilderment. She was wearing a green veil dress, cute and cute, and a little confused.

"It doesn't matter." Nangong Chen said politely.

"I, I have some urgent matters to find my mother. Please, Third Highness, please let me go." Ziying looked at the officials' ladies who were surrounded by a bit of embarrassment.

Nangongchen frowned, and turned to let Ziying pass by. Among the ladies in the official family, except for Qing'er, who did not show any strange eyes towards him, only the fourth lady of the Xiangfu was left. Cute, different from Qing'er's amazing talent, intelligence and beauty, but it is also worth appreciating.

The ladies of the officials around were all taken aback. They thought that Ziying wanted to talk to His Highness the Third Highness, so they blocked Ziying from passing, but they didn't expect Ziying to ask His Highness to make way.

Even this Miss Xiangfu is too bold. Seeing His Highness frowning and smiling gloatingly in their hearts, His Highness must be very angry.