Chapter 231: Last Night's Stars (9)

Ling Shang did not hide the disgust in his eyes.

He gently removed Ye Mujing's hand and smiled contemptuously, "It's all said that it's an unintentional move, why are you bothering?" โ€

"It's been twenty years, Ling Shang," Ye Mujing's lips trembled with sadness, "What you said twenty years ago, I remember it until now, and I have never forgotten it." โ€

Ling Shang really didn't care about Ye Mujing's life or death.

I don't care what twenty years ago.

It was not his intention to passively become Ye Mujing's heart disease in this way.

If it weren't for the person outside the door, Ling Shang would have already left by now.

Instead of forcing himself to be in the same room as Ye Mujing.

"My childhood words are just a joke," Ling Shang's sharp eyes seemed to open Ye Mujing's heart, "I have long forgotten." โ€

Ye Mujing's words were drowned in whimpering.

Twenty years ago, the young Ye Mujing was still a stubborn prince who was like two people today.

At that time, Ling Shang was incompatible with all the princes and grandsons - because he was the third prince, but he was not surnamed Ye.

He doesn't have a name eitherโ€”not even a milk name.

Everyone in the palace only called him "Three Highnesses", or "Three Princes".

The third prince does not take his father's surname, and he doesn't even have a name.

But no one found it strange.

The young third prince has a pair of eyes that are as deep and bright as those of the noble concubine.

His handsome appearance will be praised by anyone who sees him.

The three princes had a quiet and withdrawn personality, and they sat quietly to read and practice calligraphy in their spare time.

The precocious third prince is the most praised by the master, and is also the most excluded by the other princes and the prince.

Among them, the worst is the night of the eldest prince.

Once practicing arrows, Ye Mujing took away his bow in order to trick the three princes.

When the two were arguing, they accidentally triggered the mechanism.

The third prince watched as the arrow feathers shot towards the heart of the stubborn, young Ye Mujing.

Cold, cruel pleasure spread across his chest.

At the last moment, Ye Mujing grabbed the thin third prince by the collar and forced him to block the arrow for himself.

The three princes didn't have time to react, let alone break free.

All he remembered was the heartache when the tail of the arrow stabbed him in the left shoulder.

He also seemed to see the panic and guilt in Ye Mujing's eyes.

But he seemed to see the vicious smile on the corner of Ye Mujing's mouth.

When the concubine who was pregnant heard about this, she was seriously ill and almost had a miscarriage.

The emperor was furious and angrily rebuked the eldest prince.

In the Hongxiao Palace, the emperor Xingshi asked for guilt, and wanted to cut off the hand of the eldest prince who grabbed the collar of the third prince to comfort the concubine's regret.

Ye Mujing was so frightened that her eyes were swollen from crying, but the queen did not show up.

Zhongshu ordered Jian Zhen to take the eldest prince down to accept punishment, but the third prince endured a shoulder injury and knelt in front of the emperor.

His old eyes reflected innocence, and he fabricated a bunch of the eldest prince's concern for him out of thin air.

Afterwards, Ye Mujing asked timidly, "What I did today is really bad, and it is understandable that you just hate me...... But why plead for me? โ€

There was a bottomless black abyss in the ignorant eyes of the third prince, "Because...... I want to protect you. โ€

It's like protecting the unborn child in your mother's womb.

If Ye Mujing cut off a hand because of herself, how would the queen take revenge on the concubine...... Disastrous.

The third prince didn't want to care.

Since they are siblings, they should go on a blind date.

With just one sentence, Ye Mujing fell into the abyss in this person's eyes.

Since then, Ye Mujing has changed as a person.

In the past, the great prince who was not inferior to him was a headache, and slowly sharpened himself into a modest and respectful jade man.

Only he knows why.