The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1972

Chapter 1972: Chapter 983: Sincerity (Xinyang vs. Xiao Ji Extra)

When Princess Xinyang said this, the room went silent for three full seconds!

Xiao Ji was quiet because he never would have guessed Qin Fengwan could say such a thing. Qin Fengwan was like a pure white rabbit, ready to flee at a poke. He had gotten used to teasing Qin Fengwan, and for the first time, he saw Qin Fengwan not playing by the rules.

As blood rushed to his head, he was also a bit bewildered.

Princess Xinyang was quiet because she hadn’t expected herself to say that either. She regretted it as soon as she spoke—what was she even saying?

Was she possessed?

Or had she been around this guy for so long that she was becoming just like him?

Now she finally understood what it meant to be embarrassed.

Seeing her embarrassment, Xiao Ji, on the contrary, felt fine. Otherwise, words once spoken, like water once spilled, would need resolve; if the night didn’t end in an all-out fight, it wouldn’t settle well. But if it really came to that, whether his heavily injured self would see the next day’s sun was another issue, and would she be frightened out of her wits?

"Would you give it to me if I wanted it? Qin Fengwan, since when did you become so obedient?"

Though he couldn’t have her physically, he had to get the upper hand verbally.

Before Princess Xinyang could speak, he continued, "But where in the world is there such an easy thing? Do you have to give it if I want it? I refuse to."

As if you could give it anyway!

Injured like this, what part of him could still endure any trouble?

Princess Xinyang also knew he was taking advantage of her thin skin, which gave him the nerve to keep verbally exploiting her. She ought to have pushed him over and told him to stop rambling—if he was a man, bring it on!

But thinking it over, she really couldn’t go through with something like that.

She was annoyed with herself and with him, her face darkened as she raised her eyes to glare at him, suddenly pulling tighter the belt she held.

Xiao Ji, caught off guard, gasped as he was yanked, genuinely hurt this time.

Outside, the woman in red, who had waited a long time without Xiao Ji coming out, finally spoke up: "Young Master, is there a problem with the attire? Do you need us to come in and assist?"

"Young Master." Hearing this form of address, Princess Xinyang’s face grew even darker.

Xiao Ji glanced at her playfully, a hint of satisfaction in his voice as he said, "Qin Fengwan, are you jealous of this too? ’Young Master’ in the Dongyi tribe is just a term for a married young man, and it carries no other connotations."

"Young Master, I’m coming in," said the woman in red.

Princess Xinyang quickly composed her expression and silently stepped aside.

Xiao Ji put on the veil and turned around, positioning her behind him just right, subtly using his wide sleeve to cleverly hook her finger.

Princess Xinyang’s fingertips felt as if shocked, a sudden tingling sensation.

She quickly withdrew her fingers to her back.

Under the veil, the corner of Xiao Ji’s lips curled slightly.

As the woman in red entered, her brow furrowed subconsciously; she sensed a very strange aura, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. It just... felt like she was a bit unnecessary.

Shaking her head to dispel distracting thoughts, she inspected Xiao Ji’s wedding attire.

The wedding attire for the Saintess’s husband was also red, differing slightly in material and style, made not from superior brocade but from silk and gauze.

This required a man’s figure to be of a certain standard, as it could easily look short and fat.

Yet Xiao Ji had no such concerns; he was tall, fit, and had broad shoulders with a narrow waist, and long legs.

With such a figure, he would look good even in a sack.

The woman in red was also impressed; if not for the rules, she would have wanted to remove the Young Master’s veil herself and gaze upon his features.

"How much longer do you need to stare?" Xiao Ji asked impatiently.

The woman in red snapped out of her daze, awkwardly bowed her head, and said, "The seamstress originally got the Young Master’s measurements wrong and made it two inches bigger, but surprisingly it fits perfectly. I’ll help you take off the wedding attire."

Xiao Ji bluntly replied, "Do you think our Saintess knows you’re touching me?"

The woman in red was stumped.

It’s our duty to serve you, yet with you saying this, I’m suddenly somewhat hesitant.

Xiao Ji said indifferently, "Leave. My people will bring the wedding attire to you in a moment."

The woman in red acknowledged and turned to leave.

As she left, she muttered inwardly, Though the Young Master was of low birth, she hadn’t paid much attention to him, yet his aura was overwhelmingly strong.

After retrieving the wedding attire, she carried it to the interior of the Saintess Hall.

The Saintess meditated for the Dongyi people daily, and today was no exception.

The woman in red didn’t dare disturb her, waiting a full 2 hours until the Saintess emerged from Qifu Hall.

The pristine Saintess wore flowing white, with a slender waist and a white veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of aloof and icy eyes.

The woman in red curtseyed towards her: "Saintess."

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