Nan Changfeng frowned as he seemed to be aware of her gaze. He looked slightly unhappy.
That displeasure quickly turned into cold.
Because...
He had already seen that woman walking toward him.
"Qingya is loyal. She already has someone she likes. She can't accept you. So how about you follow me back?"
"Lan'er!"
Prince Min frowned.
Liu Lan pursed her lips. "Grandfather, he is the best looking man I have ever seen. I don't care if he is trying to steal power or is greedy for wealth. It is not like we can't afford to give them to him. Anyway, I want to marry him. I almost died just now, so shouldn't you just make it up to me?"
Prince Min was helpless. "Fine, fine. After I settle the matter here, I will arrange an engagement for you later."
Just as he said that, he saw that the snow-colored robed young man had already let go of Little Nine's hand and was walking toward his granddaughter.
