Chapter 258: Meeting the Third Prince
The more he talked, the more Ji Yao couldn't stand it anymore and shouted in anger.
"enough!"
His face was as black as ink and terrifyingly gloomy. His big hands that were holding the armrest were clenched into fists, and the blue veins on his hands were visible.
Damn Di Ran!
Where did you hear this news from!
It was clearly handled privately, how could it be leaked? Who leaked it?
"Heh~"
The corners of Di Ran's lips curled up slightly in a sarcastic arc: "Your Majesty's harem is really lively."
She suppressed her expression and said calmly, "Your Majesty can't even control your own man, how can you have the leisure to care about my private affairs?"
"I don't want to be like your majesty and have a bunch of beauties, only to end up being lonely and cuckolding me."
"you!"
Ji Yao's face turned red with embarrassment. She was so angry that she slammed the table and shouted angrily.
"Di Ran!"
"Don't think I dare not punish you!"
Emperor Ran was as calm as a rock, his expression unchanged: "Your Majesty, why should you be ashamed and upset?"
"I am only telling the truth. After all, I also call Your Majesty my Imperial Sister. We are family and we should not talk behind each other's backs. How could my Imperial Sister not tell me about the humiliation she suffered?"
"Imperial sister, it's time for you to sort out your harem. The three-year election is not far away. When you choose the candidates, you must check them carefully."
"you……"
Ji Yao was shaking with anger and glared at Di Ran hatefully.
Before she could get angry, Di Ran had already stood up, smoothed his slightly wrinkled sleeves, and spoke slowly.
"Your Majesty, I have something else to do in my palace, so I won't disturb you from handling state affairs."
After nagging for so long, she got annoyed.
He said this directly and bluntly, ignoring Ji Yao's face which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and walked away slowly.
The veins on Ji Yao's forehead bulged, his hands clenched tightly, his eyes pierced with poison like a venomous snake. As if venting his anger, he swept the pile of memorials on the table to the ground!
"Di Ran! You and I cannot coexist!"
Di Ran left the imperial study and walked in the corridor. He was dressed in a purple robe, looking elegant and graceful. His stunning figure made the palace servants who passed by blush and bow hurriedly.
"See you, my lord!"
"Ah."
Di Ran's eyes were indifferent and he ignored it.
At this time, a group of palace servants came towards them, escorting a man.
The leading man was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a handsome face. Under his dark green eyebrows, his eyes were like rippling spring water, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows.
Her temperament is as gentle as orchid, yet a bit fragile, which makes people feel pity for her.
"Your Majesty?"
Ji Ruxue seemed a little surprised to see Di Ran. After all, she hadn't seen her since they last met at West Lake.
It would have been better if we hadn't met. But when we met, the love that had been suppressed in my heart burst out like a wave.
A blush appeared on her fair face, and she bent her legs and bowed.
"Xue'er has met the prince."
Di Ran paused slightly, his calm face showing a distant and polite tone: "No need to be polite, Third Prince."
After that, he turned around and left.
Ji Ruxue didn't expect that she would leave without even looking at him, and her face turned pale.
Is it possible that he is just not pleasing to her eyes?
Fearing that Di Ran would really leave, she spoke up to keep him without thinking: "Wait a minute, Your Majesty."
Di Ran paused slightly, his eyes cold and cold: "Third Prince, is there anything else?"
Ji Ruxue took a few steps forward, her handsome face flushed with red, she bit her teeth lightly, hesitated for a moment and said.
"Your Highness, Xue'er...Xue'er has something to say to Your Highness. Could Your Highness please move over?"
Di Ran frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You can say whatever you want. A man and a woman alone together will inevitably attract criticism."
(End of this chapter)
