Listening to the white and cold voice that seemed to be freezing time, Ye Yao'er's face turned pale, biting her lip, and said pitifully: "It's Yao'er who said the wrong thing. Yao'er was just worried that there would be a conflict between the prince and Yan Han, but she never thought that it was Yao'er who was thinking too much."

Ye Yao'er had already scolded Ye Yanhan thousands of times in her heart, and she hated Ye Yanhan even more.

Sometimes, it doesn’t take a reason to hate someone.

Maybe it's because of a small thing, maybe it's because of the blink of an eye.

She stood in the garden, wearing a shimmering purple robe, so noble that she was unparalleled in the world.

"Since you know you said the wrong thing, you don't have to say it anymore."

Ye Yao'er gritted her teeth, a trace of grievance flashed through her eyes, and she lowered her head and replied: "Yes."

Ranbai's delicate eyebrows and eyes had a slight smile, but he didn't say anything.

Speaking of it in the study room.

The Marquis coughed lightly, looked at Ye Yanhan sitting on the red sandalwood chair, and said kindly: "How is Yanhan living in the royal palace good?"

The noble and handsome man leaned on the back of the chair coldly and lazily, and his delicate clothes diluted a little his cold temperament. His beautiful face was indifferent and cold.

"Everything is fine." Ye Yanhan's black eyelashes drooped slightly, his obsidian-like eyes were cold and cold. The sound quality of his mouth was very light, but it was still very nice, clean and clear.

The Marquis sighed: "Yan Han, I know that you are not doing well in the palace. You don't have to say that, I know everything."

"So?" He spoke lightly and leaned back. His temperament was cold and lazy, but his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were inaccessible.

The Marquis frowned slightly and said to himself: "You need not say anything. I know you are not doing well, so there is one thing to tell you."

His slender and clean fingers hit the rosewood tabletop in a random manner. His temperament was precious, his thin lips were lightly opened, and he spoke a word coldly, and his tone was casual: "Say."

The Marquis was stunned for a moment.

He was actually scared by his son just now?

Just kidding, how is that possible?

It's because I'm thinking too much.

What kind of personality does Ye Yanhan have, he still doesn’t know?

How could he have such momentum?

The female marquis said with a smile: "Yan Han, it's so difficult for you to be alone in the palace. I specifically told Yao'er that you will be by the Seventh Prince at that time and let Yao'er marry into the palace. You two support each other and take care of each other."

"In this way, your life in the palace will be much better."

Ye Yanhan's black eyefeathers trembled slightly. He was cold and silent, slender, fair, and clearly tied hands raised, loosened his neckline, revealing a piece of cold white delicate collarbone. He spoke in a noble manner, cold and lazy manner: "Do you want me to have a good life, or do you want to put Ye Yao'er into the palace?"

"How do you say, a child?" The female marquis frowned involuntarily, "You are young and generous. Sooner or later, the prince will have a male servant. It is better to fall on his own family. Don't look at how good the Seventh Prince treats you now. This is unreliable. Don't spread it when the time comes, saying that the Seventh Prince is jealous."

"What does the matter between the Seven Prince's Mansion have to do with you?" Ye Yanhan's obsidian-like cold eyes fell on the Marquis's body, and spoke indifferently.

Indifferent and noble.

"Yan Han!" The Marquis shouted unhappily.

"Do you want to go beyond the Seventh Prince to make decisions without authorization and despise the imperial power?" Ye Yanhan's eyebrows and eyes were as indifferent as a painting, and he opened his lips carelessly.
Chapter completed!