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In a narrow alley outside the Marquisâs Manor, Su Yingxue threw herself at Chu Yihan.
She clung to Chu Yihan with both hands and feet, her pouted red lips expressing her reluctance. âYour Highness, why didnât you stay for dinner? Arenât you hungry?â
After a busy day, she was starving!
Chu Yihan wasnât made of iron, after all!
Chu Yihan held her face, his warm breath caressing her cheek. â1 am hungry.â
âThen why are you leaving?â
âBecause 1 only want to devour you, but unfortunately, itâs not on the menu tonight.â
Chu Yihan lowered his head and took a bite of her lips. Her soft, red lips were like cotton candy, carrying a tempting, sweet scent that easily intoxicated him, making him lose his senses.
Su Yingxueâs face flushed, and waves of heat washed over her.
This wasnât the first time she had heard Chu Yihan say this.
But she couldnât fulfill Chu Yihanâs desires yet.
She rested her head on Chu Yihanâs neck and spoke warmly, âYour Highness, please wait a little longer. Once we resolve the sisterâs matter, we can slowly explain everything to grandfather.â
After persuading her grandfather, she could marry him!
At that momentâ¦
âWhy do you think I came out now?â Chu Yihan pinched her soft cheeks.
âWhy?â
Mo Qi listened from behind the wall and almost stumbled to the ground.
He hugged his sword and sighed. âDo you think severing ties with the Imperial family is that easy?â
Even if Su Han was Su Qingzhiâs granddaughter, severing ties with the royal family would require numerous procedures and face many difficulties!
This matter seemed trivial between husband and wife, but with their identities, it was like a ticking time bomb thrown into the court!
Without Chu Yihanâs intervention, the Su family wouldnât be able to accomplish this in a short time.
Chu Yihan hugged Su Yingxueâs waist and felt her slender, soft body once again. His voice was slightly hoarse as he said, âLittle dumpling, I donât want to wait anymore. 1 have waited long enough.â
From when she was three to sixteen.
Thirteen whole years.
Su Yingxue raised her head, her eyes reflecting Chu Yihanâs deep affection as if they were an endless galaxy.
Chu Yihan covered her eyes, then turned and left.
The weather was cold, but Su Yingxue didnât feel it at all. As people passed by the Marquisâs Manor, shivering in the chilly night, she was enveloped in the warmth left behind by Chu Yihan.
Everyone was waiting for her to return and eat. Once she sat down at the table, Su Xinlan sneered in a peculiar tone, âOur Yingxue is getting more capable. She didnât spend much time with Lord Liang, but she saw Your Highness off so thoroughly that she didnât even want to come back!â
Su Qingzhi glared at her. âSay another word, and youâre out!â
The chopsticks in Su Xinlanâs hand trembled. She didnât dare to speak again, but her eyes held a deep meaning.
Su Han explained on Su Yingxueâs behalf, âSevering ties with Chu Xiaotian isnât a trivial matter. Your Highness must discuss it with Sister Yingxue. Itâs all for my sake. Aunt, donât think negatively. If word gets out, people might think the Su family has ill intentions and tarnish grandpa and familyâs reputation.â
Su Hanâs words made everyone understand Su Yingxue and silenced Su Xinlan.
Who didnât know that Su Xinlan was the only one with malicious intentions among the Su family members present?
Su Yingxue was very relieved. Seeing Su Han still sitting with them and even scolding Su Xinlan on her behalf proved that she hadnât given up.
She was resilient.
As for Su Xinlan, Su Yingxue sneered.. âAunt, do you know how to treat a chronic infectious disease?â