I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 110 Young Master Miaoqing, Please Behave Yourself

Miao Qing didn't struggle, but instead gave Zhongli Yuelu a flirtatious wink as she passed by.

Zhongli Yueluo felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end. Perhaps others thought his blue eyes were like gemstones, clear and beautiful.

She looked as if she couldn't breathe, as if she was about to drown in his eyes.

Su Fengling blocked her view again, his tone domineering.

"Sister! Why are you looking at him? Look at me! Or at least look at Yan Ruoyu!"

Having been inexplicably hurt, Yan Ruoyu could only manage a forced smile.

It was quite unusual for Su Fengjun to walk up to He Yuhuan and think for a long time about how to address her.

He decided to call her by her name: "Yu Huan, does your He clan intermarry with other ethnic groups?"

"Huh? What is intermarriage?" She scratched her head, blinking her eyes. Su Fengjun didn't know how to explain it to her.

He asked this question because Miao Qing also possessed some of the same aura as He Yu Huan.

Yin Yi also couldn't stand Miao Qing. Who would fall into the water so inexplicably so early in the morning?

Even if one were to plot against someone, it should be done under the cover of darkness.

Despite thinking this way, I still took him to a room and arranged hot water for him to wash up.

Even when he was washing up, Yin Yi didn't go out.

Miao Qing frowned, wondering why this guard was following him around so closely.

"Butler, I want to take a bath, do you want to watch too?"

“Of course, in case Young Master Miaoqing needs anything.” Yin Yi crossed her arms and looked him up and down.

This person not only has an absolutely stunning face, but also an exceptionally good figure.

His mind was blank, only thinking, "The young lord is in grave danger!"

Then she stood by coldly and watched him finish his shower.

Miao Qing boldly revealed herself, not caring at all whether there were people around.

This doesn't look like a persecuted businessman at all.

Even after he got dressed, I always felt that his clothes weren't worn properly, hanging loosely and half-exposed on his shoulders.

Smiling, she looked at Yin Yi: "Butler, would you like to continue watching?"

Yin Yi blushed when she saw this, and walked out, with him following behind.

In the room at the very end, everyone was already having breakfast.

The plate in front of He Yuhuan was already piled up to half a head high. She was small, but she ate a lot and very quickly.

Su Fengling had no appetite. She rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought, until the door was pushed open.

His gaze first fell on Miao Qing; she was truly a beauty.

He's charming, delicate, and masculine all at the same time; I really don't know how he manages to do all of these things simultaneously.

He completely ignored what others thought and walked straight towards Zhongli Yueluo.

He squinted his deep blue eyes and flirted with Zhongli Yueluo.

But there was no room for anyone to sit next to her; He Yuhuan was on her left and Su Fengling was on her right.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't even look up, focusing only on eating what was in front of her.

Miao Qing looked around the room and then moved a stool over.

She was caught in the middle between her and He Yuhuan.

He Yuhuan felt a bit crowded, so she looked up at him and said, "Blue eyes, why are you crowding me?"

He was still chewing something and asked indistinctly.

Miao Qing tilted her head and looked at He Yuhuan with murderous intent; no one could resist his beauty.

He only needs to move his finger to make this little girl crazy about him!

Before he could speak, his eyes met He Yuhuan's, and he felt a sense of suppression from her bloodline. She was a young lady of the He family... He quickly looked away.

"Get out of the way!" He Yuhuan kicked Miao Qing's leg, somewhat impatiently.

It's already annoying enough that the white-haired guy is fighting her for her master, and now another one has appeared?

Miao Qing took the opportunity to lean against Zhongli Yueluo's shoulder.

"Oh dear, miss, I'm sorry, I didn't sit properly."

He could sense that the room's anger level had reached its peak.

This is exactly the effect he wanted; aren't they very interested in the woman in front of them?

He was determined to take her away. Once he found their weakness, how could he not make a move?

Zhongli Yueluo didn't reach out, but simply leaned closer to Su Fengling.

"Young Master Miaoqing, please have a seat." She moved to the side.

He was smug, and He Yuhuan ate three more large bowls of food in a fit of rage. Their eyes met from time to time, but He Yuhuan always looked away.

He then casually served her some food, his fingers lightly touching her hand.

"Miss, thank you for saving my life."

Looking around, the gazes of those men seemed to pierce through him.

He pretended to be scared and moved closer to Zhongli Yueluo, looking at the prince consorts provocatively.

Why do you all look at me like that?

Su Fengling merely snorted coldly, while Yan Ruoyu said coldly, "Isn't Young Master Miaoqing being a bit too presumptuous?"

He didn't care at all and wanted to continue serving food to Zhongli Yueluo.

Zhongli Yueluo moved the bowl and chopsticks to the side: "If Young Master Miaoqing is not hungry, perhaps you shouldn't eat?"

Upon hearing this, Su Fengjun couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth upwards.

It seems the princess wasn't bewitched by him at all; in fact, her words were rather endearing.

He looked at her with feigned hurt, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Is Miss looking down on me?" Hmph! I'll make you beg for mercy at my feet sooner or later.

Zhongli Yuelu frowned slightly: "Please don't get so close to me, it's dangerous!"

Miao Qing sneered inwardly, but her expression remained unchanged as she continued to put food into her bowl.

"Miss, what danger could there be around me? I just want to thank you for saving my life."

He Yuhuan gripped her golden mace in her hand, and the more she listened to the man beside her, the more disgusting he seemed. She really wanted to hit him with the hammer!

She gently tapped his back with the hammer: "Hey, can't you talk?!"

With a casual touch, Miao Qing grabbed Zhongli Yueluo's shoulder.

Even through his clothes, Zhongli Yuelu could feel the icy coldness of his hands, a chilling cold that cut to the bone.

Su Fengling quickly put her arm around her shoulder and slapped his hand away: "What are you doing!"

"I was just startled by this young lady's actions." He looked aggrieved.

They took a deep breath, calmed themselves down, and then finished their breakfast.

Everyone was busy with their own things, and Zhongli Yueluo stood alone on the deck.

Miao Qing, half-draped in her clothes, slowly approached her; she was already standing at the very edge of the boat.

If she falls off the boat now, she'll probably sink to the bottom in no time.

He looked around and found no one. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity to make his move?

What he didn't know was that those men were secretly watching him.

He approached so lightly that you couldn't hear a sound of his footsteps.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to put it on Zhongli Yueluo's shoulder, she suddenly turned around.

His hand froze in mid-air, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face.

Then, with her hands hanging down at her sides, Zhongli Yueluo feigned a puzzled expression and asked coldly, "What is it?"

Miao Qing shook her head, her fists clenched tightly inside her sleeves.

I wondered why she suddenly turned around at this moment!