Du Juan was extremely panicked. She was in a state of vain. After all, she knew that there was something ulterior motive in the room, but she couldn't say it explicitly. The time was about to be ripe. If she went out at this time and had not said all her previous efforts were wasted, she would put the little princess in such a bad environment. If the prince started to attack... the consequences were unimaginable...

Youmeng was already in a state of irritability. Seeing that this girl was so ignorant and dared to stand here to block her, she shouted louder: "Get out!"

"Yes..." Du Juan was afraid of her power, and was struggling to find a reason to leave, so she could only run out of the outdoors with her uneasy heart.

Of course, what Youmeng can only tell the secret between her and the emperor's brother, and must not be heard by others. So as soon as Du Juan's front feet came out, he heard a "bang" sound. The door was pushed up by Youmeng, who was acting unfriendly, as if he was venting. Du Juan's heart was shocked violently. She fell into unprecedented panic. Her hands were tightly clenched because of excessive tension, and her nails were pinched into her flesh.

What to do? Now they are alone and widowed and widowed in the same room. His Royal Highness smelled Yilanxiang again. If the situation inside is out of control, how will she end up...

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Youji kept watching his sister acted as she was acting like a blessing on her territory and taught her a lesson. He held back because he was too lazy to care. After all, after all, she was fussed like this, she would have lost any mood.

At the moment, he finally stood up with a few cases, but his drunken body was exhausted and he was shaking and almost couldn't stand firm.

"Brother, please see clearly." Youmeng stepped forward a few steps, stopped at a place where he could see it, and raised the black and white words in his hand in his eyes, "Is this what you wrote?"

Youji tried his best to make his blurred vision clear, but the pearls and ink on the paper shocked him: "How could it be..."

From the first glance she saw it, she felt that the handwriting looked very much like her brother's, but she didn't want to believe it, but at this moment she was confirmed by his guilty reaction: "It's really you..."

Youji raised his eyes in panic: "Why is this essay in your hands?"

Youmeng thought his problem was really ridiculous. Isn’t this the result he wanted? Why are you still pretending to be ignorant here? Who can I show you the chaotic world?

"Why do you look like this?" Youji was embarrassed by her. "Do you think it was the emperor's intentional way for you to see it?"

Youmeng squeezed out a sneer in a far-fetched way: "By the emperor's brother, your masterpiece has been sung by musicians and palace maids as treasures. It has spread throughout all corners of Ganquan Palace, and it has become known to everyone!"

After being roared by her, Youji's mind buzzed and blankly: "No...how could this happen...No..."

"Does the emperor know what he is doing?"

Youmeng took this article as a essay written to her, but no matter how magnificent the rhetoric or touching the affection, it could not touch the frost and cold snow in her eyes.

"Does the emperor want to be Duke Xiang of Qi?" She implicitly slandered, tearing off the last layer of fig leaf on his dignity, making him stunned.

He watched her helplessly, took out all the breaks in his heart, and said in awe: "But Youmeng doesn't want to be Wen Jiang!"
Chapter completed!