Just as the two of them stared at each other through the crowd, Princess Yaohua walked slowly, step by step, with a smile on her face, firmly towards Ye Chonghua.
With her flowery clothes and exquisite curves, every step she took seemed so graceful, and her face was so beautiful that it was almost suffocating.
Princess Yaohua was indeed a famous beauty in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. With such a beautiful appearance, who could restrain herself? Who could not bow down at her feet?
Princess Yaohua was very confident. She firmly believed that with her appearance and talent, no one in the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty could compare with her. Ye Feibai came to ask for marriage, naturally for herself. Who else could it be besides herself?
Looking at Princess Yaohua standing confidently beside Ye Chonghua, the two of them looked at each other from a distance, and they were so affectionate and well-matched. In this scene, Ouyang Wu felt a faint haze flashing in her heart. For some reason, a feeling of disappointment came to her mind, and she couldn't help but laugh at herself. What does Ye Chonghua have to do with her? What does it have to do with her whether he wants to marry Princess Yaohua? Could it be that he really believes in her just because of those few ambiguous words? It's ridiculous.
For a moment, the pair of eyes as bright as swords gradually darkened, like dusty jewels, dimming. When Ye Chonghua looked over again, there was only a hint of irony in her eyes, and she looked at him with a smile. His heart suddenly tightened, as if it had been whipped hard.
Princess Yaohua stood in front of Ye Chonghua, immersed in her own confidence, and was completely unaware of the undercurrent between Ye Chonghua and Ouyang Wu. She raised her most charming smile: "The cycle of heaven and earth is not white, and the world is in love with you but does not know you. If there is anyone in this world that I, Beiming Yaohua, want to know, then it is only you." After saying that, her extremely charming eyes stared at Ye Chonghua tightly, with a glittering light in her eyes, full of deep meaning.
Ye Chonghua probably didn't expect Princess Yaohua to be so proactive. He was stunned, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, calm and peaceful.
Ouyang Wu's sight turned from Ye Chonghua to Ouyang Xuan beside him. When her nominal elder brother saw Princess Yaohua confessing to Ye Chonghua, he clenched his hands into fists, pursed his thin lips into a white line, and his eyes were glued to Princess Yaohua, almost pulling out threads.
Ouyang Wu sighed secretly, alas, I understand you, but who made Ye Chonghua so outstanding? How can a mortal body dare to compare with a god like him?
There seemed to be a flash of mockery in Ye Chonghua's eyes, and then he immediately returned to his cold and arrogant tone. His voice was cold, polite and distant, and he only said a faint "hmm" to indicate that he knew.
He was indeed a demon descending to the mortal world, and he was not comparable to ordinary people. Even in the face of such a beautiful Princess Yaohua, he was stingy to say a word. He was indeed the second prince Ye who swung his sword to cut off the princess of Nanfeng Kingdom in the legend! Ouyang Wu couldn't help but applaud him for being like this.
Princess Yaohua's face lost color for a moment.
She had never expected that her initiative to show goodwill would only be exchanged for a "hmm", but she quickly came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes moving, as ethereal and gorgeous as fireworks.
"Ye Feibai, don't you have anything to say to this princess?" Her beautiful face, as big as a palm, was slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth were hooked into a cold arc. Didn't he come here to ask for marriage? She should be more polite.
People only know his name is Ye Feibai, but they don't know his courtesy name is Chonghua. Only the closest people are qualified to call him Chonghua. Princess Yaohua's words "Ye Feibai" are enough to point out the distant relationship between them.
Ye Chonghua frowned slightly and snorted impatiently: "Nothing to say."
Nothing to say? Princess Yaohua's face stiffened instantly, her face turned pale as paper, and her body stood stiffly straight. What does Ye Feibai mean? Didn't he come to ask to marry her? Shouldn't he be very attentive? Why is he so cold to her?
Is it possible that the person he wants to marry is not her? Princess Yaohua had a flash of doubt in her heart, but she quickly expelled this idea, because in the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty, no matter in appearance, talent or status, only she, Beiming Yaohua, is worthy of him, the second prince Ye! So, is he playing hard to get?
It can be said that the tragedy of Princess Yaohua is that she is too confident in herself, so that...
Princess Yaohua threw away her three-foot-long white veil, and suddenly she was radiant and dazzling. She looked at the second prince Ye with a generous manner and said bluntly, "Ye Feibai, with your current attitude, you can't marry me."
Ye Feibai, also known as Ye Chonghua, frowned his handsome sword eyebrows, and there was a hint of indifference in his cold and beautiful eyes. He looked down at Princess Yaohua with a condescending look, and raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Kuang sneered disdainfully: "Marry you?"
Just as Princess Yaohua looked at her with hope and expectation——
Ye Chonghua's words completely sent her to hell: "Are you kidding?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar——
Princess Yaohua was like a bolt from the blue, like a peony blown by a strong wind, tottering. Her face turned pale and bloodless in an instant, and then flushed red in an instant. Her pair of beautiful eyes stared at Ye Chonghua, as if she didn't understand what he said.
"You...what did you say..."
Ye Chonghua seemed to be annoyed to even look at her for a second. He frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Wasn't what he said just now clear enough? Why do these women have to take another blow? What a trouble.
Ye Chonghua's eyes flashed with a trace of impatience, and his cold eyes looked at the crowd, as if he was looking for the bright pearl lingering in his heart.
At this time, there was a commotion all around.
Just now, I saw Princess Yaohua and the Second Prince Ye standing opposite each other. They were a handsome man and a beautiful woman, like a couple of gods and fairies, extraordinary and incomparable, like a splash-ink landscape painting, beautiful beyond description.
Everyone thought that the Second Prince Ye came to Dongjin to ask for marriage this time, and the one he wanted to marry must be Princess Yaohua, but who could have guessed that he would refuse so straightforwardly and resolutely, leaving no room for leeway or face at all.
While it was unexpected, many people nodded secretly. The Second Prince Ye was an unparalleled god of war. Even if he was as beautiful as Princess Yaohua, he was not a match for the stars in the sky.
Then, a new problem arose.
Princess Yaohua finally came back to her senses from the strong blow. Her face was pale, her teeth bit her lower lip, and she asked slowly, word by word, without a trace of warmth: "Tell me, who is that woman? Who is she!"