Chapter 6 (1/2)

Yang Zijin only thinks that the world is already mysterious. Isn't shuoling a pure obsession?

Why don't you go?

And bathe in her room!?

”Son Jin......” Mother Yang opened her mouth in fear.

Yang Zijin's eyes sank, but he said: ”Niang, let's prepare for it. Look after my sisters. Let's live in peace. Don't make trouble.”

Yang's mother covered her face and sobbed. Now she is in great trouble. I'm afraid it's going to end badly!

However, Shi Weiming grabbed Yang Zijin and said in a deep voice, ”shuoling is the most eccentric. Are you sure you can handle it?”

”Can you cope with it? Aren't you the third prince responsible for it?” Yangzijin coldly broke away, ”if the third prince wants to, he will not make fun of Chunfeng for ten li in the future, and the rest will not be bothered.”

As the prince, Shi Weiming is naturally arrogant, but he and Yang Zijin have always been good friends before. Now he has touched several cold faces one after another. He should be angry no matter how good his temper is.

He also watched Yang Zijin, though thin and thin, but his stubbornness and arrogance were more than that of him, so he immediately stormed out of the door angrily.

Yang's mother is more flustered when she sees it. She climbs up and grabs Yang Zijin's arm with her hands and feet and whispers, ”how dare you even offend the prince, you child?”

”I didn't offend him today, but he did.” Yang Zijin patted Yang's mother on the back of her hand, ”don't panic.”

Others don't know, Yang Zijin still knows. Shi Weiming is a man with deep thoughts. There was no conflict of interest before. She only wanted to make money, so she didn't take precautions.

And Shi Weiming knows shuoling's temperament, and knows that this will definitely offend her. People don't care about her. What else does she care about?

Now that she has been used as a raft, she will never let herself be passive all the time.

Shuoling, standing at the gate of the backyard, drooped his eyes slightly. Yang Zijin saw the amazing cold light under his eyes.

It's kind of interesting.

Yang Zijin turns his head, and the people and animals on his face are harmless. He walks respectfully to guide shuoling.

”Hou ye, why do you bathe in such places as spring wind for ten li?”

”Can't you?” Shuoling asked.

This one asks, pour is Yang Zijin asked live, she can say not?

”This is my room. It's messy and simple. Please wait for Lord Hai Han.” Yang Zijin wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and put the screen on with effort. He said with a smile, ”wait a moment, the hot water will come soon, and some servants have already purchased new bathtubs and changed their clothes.”

”No trouble.” Shuoling raised her hand slightly and wandered around the house. From time to time, she picked up a volume of books, or picked up some small things from the street, swept her eyes and put them back.

Yang Zijin did not know what kind of medicine was sold in shuoling gourd. His heart was really aching, so he could not care a lot and sat down at the table.

”Sir, the things are ready.”