Chapter 602 "Go to me to send a letter to Yuejing Palace."

"joke?"

The man snorted coldly, "Brother Carl, you are really making a big joke."

Although the corners of his mouth were rising, it didn't seem to be smiling, as if it was a little warning to him.

Carlshan was inexplicably uncomfortable when he was staring at the man's eyes, and even a sound of sweat rose from behind.

"Since it's a joke, don't take this matter to heart."

As he said that, Ye Tingsheng took the initiative to get a glass of wine for Carlshan opposite him and pushed it in front of him.

Carlshan naturally had no reason to refuse. After all, the two of them had a deal, so they would definitely not destroy their harmony.

So Carlshan took the wine glass pushed by the man and drank it all in front of the man.

After drinking a glass of wine, Carlshan's original feeling of shortness of breath was instantly relieved.

Ye Tingsheng raised his eyes, his cold eyes fell on his body, and then his gaze fell on the empty wine glass in front of him, and an unknown curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

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"That's damn!"

When Karshan came out of the teahouse, he couldn't help but curse.

Slave: "Don't rest your anger!"

"Hmph! How can this calm my prince down!"

After all, he was also an orthodox prince in Beimo, and today he was called a young man.

"It's so hateful!"

One day, he will definitely make him regret it.

Carlshan was so angry that he suddenly smashed his fist at the carriage beside him. He tried too hard but he didn't expect that the wooden board would collapse into it with his punch.

After the punch was smashed, he couldn't help but coughed lightly, his chest became stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

The slave beside him thought that his master was attacking his heart for a while, so he quickly reached out and patted the man on the back.

But at this moment, Carlshan suddenly pushed away the slave who was patting his back, and raised his hand stiffly and stared at his palm.

What's going on?

Is it his illusion?

Why do you feel that as long as he exerts force, his heart will become stuffy and his breathing will be rapid?

Carlshan stared at his palm for a long time, and the next second he suddenly slapped another palm on the carriage.

Fortunately, he did not experience the above symptoms this time.

He then breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so scared that he thought...

Forget it! It must be because he drank too much today, so he was a little confused.

Thinking of it, Carlshan got on the carriage with the help of his servants.

At the same time, not far away, on the fourth floor of the teahouse, Ye Tingsheng stood in front of the window, watching the Prince of Beimo driving farther and farther away.

His cold and thin lips curled up a smile, and he played with two small porcelain bottles, one black and one white, in his slender and white hands.

I was inexplicably in a good mood.

The subordinates on the side watched his master laugh so happily, and his rare face was a little puzzled.

He really didn't understand why His Highness reached an agreement with the Prince of Beimo, and he didn't even tell the Prince of Beimo that he was the real Sixth Prince of Beiming.

I'm afraid that the Prince of Beimo still thinks that His Highness and the Sixth Prince in the Palace are the same person.

In other words, isn’t Your Highness now pretending to be the Sixth Prince Yan Cheng?

"Thank me to send me a letter to Yuejing Palace."

Ye Tingsheng played with the small porcelain bottle in his hand, thought for a while and said slowly: "The letter said in your tone that I met a vicious criminal on the way, and was seriously injured, and I may be worried about my life."

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(End of this chapter)
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