His light temperament seemed to have predicted that she would come today.

The prince raised his hand slightly to signal Chi Yao to sit down, the gentleness on his face made Chi Yao more and more familiar the more she looked at it, but she still couldn't remember it.

"I guess this is the first time we've met."

The prince's soft voice pulled back his thoughts, and she nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"It's a pity that tomorrow is your new marriage with him."

The prince raised the tea in his hand and said lightly.

"According to the established arrangement, it should be you and Bengong who are married, but it's a pity..."

"There's no pity, marriage will be predestined, it's not me, there will be other women, just because I'm a saint."

Chi Yao opened her mouth to interrupt him.

"I know what you want, I can give it to you, but you have to promise me something."

She raised her eyes in the direction of the crown prince, with a hint of firmness and coldness in her eyes that could not be refused.

The prince raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a coldness under the seemingly warm eyes, he didn't make a sound but waited for Chi Yao's words later.

"I can cure the poison for you, but..."

The prince raised his hand slightly to stop her words, the smile at the end of his eyes faded a little, and he said with a hint of coldness: "If this matter is done, this palace will make you useless forever!" ”

Chi Yao lowered her eyes and gently tugged at the corners of her mouth, she understood what the prince meant.

Since they used their clan to poison the blood of the prince's lineage, they have to bear using them to detoxify them, so as to achieve inexplicable harmony between the rivers and lakes and the imperial court.

It's a pity that if they really detoxify the prince, their clan will have to disappear at this time.

However, such a disgusting transaction, no matter how noble the status, is afraid that it will be difficult for people to accept.

"Your conditions are clear to this palace, but you have to bear the consequences for him, otherwise anyone can challenge Tianwei."

The prince's voice carried an undeniable oppression, even if it was soft, it was a little cold.

Suddenly, a "squeak" interrupted the conversation between the two, and they looked back in the direction of the door.

It turned out to be Song Xuan, whose breath was a little messy, and the slightly disordered aura and the influence of not having time to sort it out appeared in front of them in a slightly embarrassed way.

He straightened his cuffs, looked at the prince with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, pulled Chi Yao up to protect him, and his clasped hands showed his identity.

The prince looked at their hands and just lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, but he didn't react too much.

Song Xuan didn't make a sound, but put his hand further on Chi Yao's waist, like a child showing off his might, but his demeanor was full of uneasiness hidden under the provocation.

Chi Yao saluted the prince slightly, and before the prince could respond, he pulled Song Wei away.

The two of them were quiet all the way, and neither said a word.

One thought he would ask, the other thought he would speak.

In the end, Song Wei couldn't bear it, and said with a hint of inexplicable emotion: "You..."

Song Xuan, who didn't know where to start, didn't say anything, just looked at Chi Yao with a little depression.

His tyrannical nature has changed a lot, if it was before, I am afraid that I would have grabbed her neck and asked her to give an explanation.

Watching Chi Yao's distraction in such an environment made Song Wei a little irritable, but he had to hold back his restlessness.

He kissed her lips with a hint of uneasiness and irritation, the only way he could feel that she was real to him.