Chapter 313. Returning to Su Manor (13)
Su Jingyu took note of His Highness Prince Jin’s expression, and immediately gave off a distinct coughing sound in an attempt to divert his attention, “Your Highness Prince Jin is too polite. You bringing along these gifts is enough even as a bride’s gift. If other people do not know, they would think you came to our home to bring the betrothal gifts. Ha ha ha.”
Su Jingyu saw that His Highness Prince Jin promptly stared at him unblinkingly, all of a sudden, he felt a little awkward and gave a forced smile.
Once he finished speaking, he became aware that his words were simply too rash.
Who was His Highness Prince Jin? Was his affair something he could just randomly say? Having thought of this, Su Jingyu immediately quivered from head to toe in fear. He had a terrified expression at once, nearly kneeling down.
Who would have imagined that once Nangong Liuyun heard it, not only was he not displeased, on the contrary, his dark red lips tilted up, carrying a touch of a smile. It also had a bit of hidden bitterness as it released a sigh: “Those words you said, this king likes to hear. Only, it’s a pity that even if this king brought over a mountain of gold and silver as bridal gifts, that certain person would also not agree.”
His Luo girl was indeed very hard to pursue. He also didn’t know how far he still had to walk on this road to chase after his wife before he could hug a beautiful wife. Sometimes, when he thought about this, he truly wished he could just kidnap her to his home and let it be.
Su Jingyu never expected that His Highness Prince Jin would let out such a sigh. Immediately, he started to plan and thought deeply, soon after, he thought he understood. He smiled very amusingly: “Your Highness, you are thinking too much. On this earth, how can there be a person who won’t agree to marrying you. Qing’er, what do you say?”
Originally, because of the sentence about bridal gifts from just a moment ago, Su Qing’s state of mind was disordered. Then, encountering Su Jingyu’s question, her eyes dropped low from shy modesty. Her voice was soft as mosquito: “Yes…I, I , I agree.”
Saying this, a cloud of red flew onto her face, both hands nervously crossed and uncrossed. She bashfully lowered her head, simply not daring to raise her head.