Yelü Miaomiao’s lips curled into a sneer of disdain as she said languidly, "We lasted just ten days and nights."
"We lasted a month!"
"We lasted three months!"
"You’re bluffing!"
"You’re the one bluffing!"
"..."
The two won glared at each other, sparks flying, neither wanting their man to be outdone in this regard.
After a long stare, the two won stopped competing.
Everyone was an adult, suddenly feeling that such behavior was very childish, and arguing over such private matters was completely unbecoming of their status.
However, both were of a proud, unyielding nature.
Yelü Miaomiao muttered, "This matter is impossible to prove, and there’s no use arguing about it, but my husband is definitely handsor than yours. He is a genuine handso man."
Qu Hongling scoffed, "Yanrong n are all rough; they can’t compare to my husband. You, as Princess Yelü, haven’t seen my man. If you had, you might throw yourself into his arms."
Yelü Miaomiao laughed, "My man isn’t one of the Yan Rong People. But, setting that aside, at least he’s much more devoted than your man, who wouldn’t flirt with other won."
These words imdiately stung Qu Hongling.
Qu Hongling wanted to retort, but rembering the woman now by Jiang Shouzhong’s side, her expression darkened.
Seeing the sad look on her face, Yelü Miaomiao realized her words had been too harsh and quickly comforted, "But that also shows your husband is indeed handso; otherwise, other won wouldn’t flirt with him."
Qu Hongling forced a smile.
She curled up her legs, holding her knees, and stared blankly into the void.
Without the other to banter with, Yelü Miaomiao felt bored.
Thinking about Ran Qingchen who had been betrayed, and then seeing Qu Hongling heartbroken over love, the typically bold and passionate Yelü Miaomiao angrily declared,
"I can’t stand it anymore. Today, I am going to castrate that heartbreaker!"
Saying this, she rushed into the cave.
Qu Hongling was startled and tried to grab her, but her legs were weak, and she nearly stumbled to the ground as she stood up.
Having barely steadied herself, she saw that Yelü Miaomiao had already entered the cave.
"Don’t go in!"
Qu Hongling hurriedly followed.
Entering the dark cave, Yelü Miaomiao imdiately saw a man seated with his back to her in the far corner, surrounded by wisps of scorching breath.
The man wore no clothes, his well-defined muscles and smooth lines filled with a strong masculine energy.
His body radiated with a golden-red fiery aura, outlining golden contours that made every inch of his skin seem glazed with radiance.
Upon seeing this, Yelü Miaomiao paused, hesitant.
Should she really approach him like this?
But thinking of how her friend had been deceived by this scoundrel, the furious Yelü Miaomiao couldn’t care less and strode toward the man.
If she couldn’t castrate this scoundrel today, she wouldn’t bear the Yelü na!
Just then, as his healing was concluding, Jiang Shouzhong slowly stood up, expelling a breath of hot air.
Hearing footsteps behind him, the man thought it was Qu Hongling and turned around saying, "Hong’er, could you get a clo—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
And Yelü Miaomiao suddenly halted as well, her eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at him.
"Jiang Mo!?"
"Miaomiao?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked totally baffled.
Wasn’t she in Yanrong? How did she end up here?
Before he could react, the thrilled girl suddenly rushed into his arms.
At that mont, Qu Hongling staggered in.
And seeing the two embraced, the urgency on Qu Hongling’s face instantly froze.
What was going on?
She rubbed her eyes forcefully.
Assuring herself she wasn’t seeing things, she almost fainted on the spot as she gasped for breath.
Even if my man is that handso, you shouldn’t swoon and throw yourself at him like that.
It’s also my blabbermouth’s fault.
Qu Hongling angrily shouted, "Yelü Miaomiao, let go of my man!"
The girl’s shout snapped them back to reality.
Coming down from her euphoria, Yelü Miaomiao blinked, opened her mouth wide, and murmured, "So it turns out... turns out..."
She struggled out of the man’s embrace, first looking at Qu Hongling, then staring at Jiang Shouzhong, her mind utterly confused.
"Why are you..."
Yelü Miaomiao pointed at them incredulously, unable to articulate her emotions at that mont.
The mix of surprise and shock was too sudden, especially after she had guarded the bridal chamber door for several hours—anyone would have exploded ntally and fainted on the spot.
However, Yelü Miaomiao ultimately felt a darkness before her eyes and slowly collapsed.
"Miaomiao!"
Jiang Shouzhong’s face turned pale as he quickly caught the collapsing girl in his arms.
After a while, Yelü Miaomiao regained consciousness.
She looked at the man’s overly familiar face and choked up, "You promised , you wouldn’t ss with other won. You promised , you bastard..."
Yelü Miaomiao couldn’t hold back anymore, and her tears stread down.
Qu Hongling watched the scene in a daze.
The girl finally understood that Princess Yanrong’s man was her own Jiang.
How did these two end up together?
Qu Hongling stared at the man she deeply loved, feeling bizarrely stunned.
Just how many won did Jiang entangle with emotionally? Why did it have to be like this?
Jiang Shouzhong was also feeling a headache like never before.
He never anticipated that Yelü Miaomiao would appear here.
This is truly lodramatic.
Having dealt with the Ran Qingchen affair, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t dare dawdle anymore and first apologized:
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