The sharp princess: singled out the cold and charming prince

Chapter 370 Accepting the Gift from General Meichuan

Qianye Yunxuan looked at her, from the moment she knelt down to pick up the broken glass, her eyes gradually turned hot from cold at first.

It's not that Mu Yifei didn't feel the fiery gaze cast towards her by her left hand. She was nervous and guilty, but she didn't have the courage to turn around and face his fiery gaze.

In my heart, I was inexplicably afraid and anxiously looking forward to it.

Afraid that he would accept the gift from Mei Chuan Uchiku, and looking forward to him rejecting him without giving Mei Chuan any face as before.

These two kinds of psychology are intertwined and colliding with each other, and even she herself doesn't know why she has become so contradictory.

Frowning calmly, she took a deep breath and continued to pick up the broken tiles one by one.

After staring at Mu Yifei for a long while, Qianye Yunxuan took his gaze back calmly.

Once again, he looked at Mei Chuan Ueku's bright eyes, hooked his thin lips, and said, "General Mei Chuan is so polite, I thank the general for his generous gift."

Just as Mu Yifei finished picking up the glass shards on the ground, Qianye Yunxuan's words came to her. Her heart trembled fiercely, and her fingertips slipped over the sharp glass shards unconsciously.

Just like that day, the fingertip was scratched by the fragment with a deep wound, and blood dripped down along the edge of the fragment.

She pretended to be indifferent and sat down on the seat, but the pain in her heart was so painful that she couldn't feel the pain in her hand.

Pursing her lower lip, she calmly picked up the wine on the table, took a sip, and forced herself to look indifferent, even though her eyes were already sour.

Handing over the fragments in her hand to the servants who came up to clean them up, she didn't even dare to look at Qianye Yunxuan.

I was afraid that he would see the sadness and loss in his eyes.

Qianye Yunxuan looked at Mu Yifei again, and saw her drinking wine with a blank face, and the wound on her hand was still dripping with blood, but she didn't seem to care, or didn't notice .

He frowned calmly. He looked at Mu Yifei and didn't intend to pay attention to it, but his heart didn't go his way. After a long silence, he opened his mouth and said:

"Master Susukino."

His deep voice slid past Mu Yifei's ears, causing her heart to tighten suddenly. Then, when she turned her head in confusion, seeing Qianye Yunxuan's gaze became even sharper under the moonlight, it also made her even more inexplicably flustered .

"What's the matter, my lord?"

When she spoke, her tone made others sound calmer.

"Your hand was cut by a tile, don't you need to bandage it?"

His gaze darkened slightly, his eyes narrowed deeply, and his tone was flat.

Hearing what he said, Mu Yifei glanced at her hand, only then did she realize the constant tingling pain from her fingertips.

With a soft snort, she frowned again, bit her lower lip slightly, raised her eyes to Qianye Yunxuan's deep eyes that hadn't moved away, and said:
"It's a small injury that won't hurt."

But seeing Qianye Yunxuan's complexion changed slightly, it looked darker than before.

This damned woman calls everything a small matter, so what is the big thing for her?
damn it!
He gritted his teeth angrily, even though his face remained calm.

"Lord Susukino, you are now attending a banquet at the king's mansion. You were injured but no one paid attention to it. Didn't the rumors spread that the king neglected the guests? You think it's a trivial matter, but the king thinks it's a big deal. It’s a matter of face in the Eighth Prince’s Mansion!”

(End of this chapter)