Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 329

After finishing speaking, Duan Yijun raised his hand and landed on Nan Yuan's skirt, and lightly tore open one skirt to look inside.

Nan Yuan blushed subconsciously, not caring whether Duan Yijun was angry, her small body subconsciously took a step back, she...she had never shown her back in front of him...

Duan Yijun pressed the back of Nan Yuan's head with one hand, and said in a warm voice, "Don't move."

His gentle speaking tone always gave Nan Yuan a special magic power, Nan Yuan subconsciously paused in place, obediently not moving.

Duan Yijun looked at Nan Yuan's back. She was well-clothed and well-fed, and her fair skin was even more tender. Normally, he would turn red when he held her wrist with a little force, not to mention Fu Xuejin's description...

She was thrown to the ground so hard that not only was her back bruised, it was also swollen.

Duan Yijun's pupils were as black as ink, and he was terrified. He glanced lightly at Zhao Ziyuan who was pretending to be dead on the ground.

Fu Xuejin, who still doesn't know what's going on in Duan Yijun's heart, if it's Mu Nazha's inspection, it's sure to be sure, and General Duan's inspection...

Fu Xuejin asked nervously, "Did the general see it?"

Nan Yuan's heart hangs.

Duan Yijun gently adjusted her skirt, and said lightly: "No, her back has always been so white and smooth, when did she have any scars or redness?"

After being certified by Duan Yijun, Nan Qi also glanced at Nan Yuan with a complicated expression, then turned her head to look at Fu Xuejin, the complicated expression disappeared completely, and the expression on her face seemed to be that of a stern monarch: "Fu Xuejin, do you have any other evidence to prove it? "

Fu Xuejin quickly listed all the memories she had just been here in her mind, and nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, Mr. Zhao tightly clasped Princess Nanyuan's wrist when he dumped her. There must be traces of red and purple."

It is true that people are not allowed to look at the back, but this wrist can be seen clearly by everyone.

Nan Yuan, who was lying in Duan Yijun's arms, did not say a word from the beginning to the end. On the contrary, Duan Yijun clasped his hands with Nan Yuan's ten fingers, and asked lightly: "Miss Fu, can you see which hand it is?"

Fu Xuejin thought about it carefully in her mind, and remembered clearly that it was the left hand.

She was about to tell the answer subconsciously, but she became vigilant again in her heart. If according to her confession, she called someone the moment she saw it, then she wouldn't notice that it was Nan Yuan's left hand that Zhao Ziyuan buckled. Still right-handed.

Fu Xuejin immediately shook her head, and said, "I don't know."

Duan Yijun didn't even bow his head when he heard the words, he directly took Nan Yuan's left hand, showing Nan Yuan's left wrist and spread it out in front of everyone: "What a coincidence, before my wife and I went to bed yesterday, I accidentally held it too hard. The traces are still there to this day.”

After finishing speaking, Duan Yijun raised Nan Yuan's right arm again and asked, "Could it be that the young master held your right wrist or held the same wrist as mine?"

The placket on Nan Yuan's right wrist slipped off, revealing her white jade delicate wrist in front of everyone.

Nan Yuan was surprised that Duan Yijun defended himself until this moment, but on the surface he pretended to be calm and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe Miss Fu accidentally saw the bruise on my wrist when she was struggling just now!"

Seeing the real hammer that was clearly in front of him, General Duan and Nan Yuan were going to fool everyone in this way.

(End of this chapter)