unnecessary trouble."

Paul frowned

"how do you know?"

Doyle smoothed his hair and made a cool gesture: "I wish I didn't know, but I can't help it. I'm so talented."

Paul sneered and shook his head.

"You understand the thoughts of the girl's family so well, it should be easier for you to fall in love with her and be popular," Paul stared at him, "But why did everyone in the circle say that you are flamboyant and carefree when I arrived in the royal capital, which led to your reputation?"

Are all the unmarried girls from good families staying away from you?"

When D.D heard this, his smile froze.

But within just two seconds, his expression changed, he turned around and winked:

"Hey, that's because you don't understand mature women."

Paul was speechless for a while.

"But, after all, she is not married yet," Paul said deeply in thought, "It would be a little bit to come to His Highness Thales privately at this time..."

D.D looked serious.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Ha, I asked Huai Ya, well, it's 'True Huai Ya'. Oh, you don't know what Zhen Huai Ya is. It doesn't matter. Anyway, it's Huai Ya. First of all, Your Highness, they are old acquaintances and we were together.

Fight alongside."

"Secondly, I believe you can see that she is not one of those wealthy ladies who only have love and love in her mind."

Doyle blinked, chewed, chewed, and swallowed the last bite of sausage, confident and decisive:

"So I am sure of one thing: when she and His Highness meet at this point, they will never talk about the personal affairs of children, marriage and love!"

inside the room.

"Miranda?"

Thales, who was copying the sunset scripture (making up for homework before class), was surprised and happy when he saw the person coming.

In front of him, the cold female swordsman unabashedly picked up the cup of tea on the desk that he had not had a chance to drink:

"Miss."

"What?"

"It's Ms. Allende," Miranda said coldly, "You are a prince, so you must be addressed appropriately."

Thales' face darkened.

Really? Again?

It's not enough for you, your blue-blooded friend, to fix me, you want it too?

"Well, respected Ms. Miranda Allende, the daughter of the Duke of the North, the glorious descendant of the Snow Eagle family, the proud Chief Pegasus of the End Tower, the Neverwinter Sword of Cold Castle, the Sky Falcon of Broken Dragon Fortress,

Thales had no choice but to push away the scriptures, lean back, put his feet up on the new chair made by the carpenter, and said with a helpless and bored smile:

"You are here, how can I help you?"

Miranda put down the tea cup expressionlessly and stood in front of his desk, like a sharp knife in the snow, cold and sharp.

"some."

Miranda stared at him, with unclear meaning in her eyes.

After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and looked firmly:

"Do you want to marry me?"
Chapter completed!