The third prince pinched his chin. "Actually, I don't quite understand. If you say beauty brings disasters, at least one must be breathtakingly beautiful. But you're dark and thin; I really don't see why?"
Nan Feng felt somewhat angry and just picked some tender pomegranate leaves from what she was holding, then threw them back into the third prince's hands, "These were picked by you, I'm giving them back to you!"
"Hey, how dare you throw them at me?" the third prince said, surprised.
Nan Feng looked coldly at the third prince, "Throwing at you, so what? I even dare to hit you!"
Nan Feng then hurried away with the nanny.
Hitting him was not for now; if he dared to follow her, she was sure to hit.
The third prince didn't dare to follow. He just muttered resentfully, "So fierce, and yet men fight wars for her? Are they blind? Humph!"
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