All of a sudden.

Countless eyes were fixed on the palm Pulin handed to Michael's eyes.

They all wanted to know whether His Highness the Prince would accept Princess Pu Lin who came from afar.

If Michael acquiesces.

Then there will be another wedding here soon.

All choices are in Michael's hands.

Even Yingqian.

Nothing can be said.

Michael's eyes were always following Yingqian.

After hearing Pu Lin's voice, it took a while before he slowly turned his head to look at her.

The two sides' eyes met.

His light brown eyes made Pulin's heart beat faster.

It's just a look at each other.

She was so happy that she almost couldn't breathe.

"Princess..."

Michael raised the corners of his lips.

The calmness in her eyes was still the familiar gentleness of Pulin.

He lowered his head slightly and said slowly:

"Have you forgotten? You were injured during the day and you need to take a good rest. For the sake of your health, it's better not to dance."

Pulin was stunned.

She lowered her head subconsciously and searched for traces of wounds on her hands.

But how could it be possible to find that small injury?

She breathed a long sigh of relief, and the smile on her face became even more enthusiastic.

"Michael, my injury..."

Don't wait for her to finish speaking.

Michael has looked at Yingqian again.

He bent down and his voice was respectful and pious.

"Queen, Princess Pulin was injured. The doctor said she should rest more and not be too tired. I wonder if I can invite the queen to complete the opening dance with me?"

Yingqian is still watching the fun.

She originally estimated that Michael would not agree.

But I didn't expect that he would actually invite her.

Yingqian was slightly startled.

At this moment, Pulin came back to her senses, looking anxious and confused, and obviously she still had a lot to say.

The second before her voice broke out of her throat.

Yingqian held Michael's hand.

"Of course, Your Highness."

Only then did Michael smile.

"My pleasure, Queen."

He held Yingqian's hand instead.

Hold her soft little hands firmly in the palm of your hand.

The scent of roses climbed up to Michael's heart along the interlocked palms.

He stared at Ying Qian's face so close to him that even his breathing felt hot.

Michael couldn't find the reason.

Can only think.

He was seduced by Yingqian.

Even though she is dressed in pure white and wears the most holy clothing.

Still unable to hide it, from the corners of his eyes and brows, there was a myriad of charming expressions.

Yingqian's waist is thin and soft.

Even though she was wearing an overly tight corset, she could still feel the heat of her body in her palms.

Michael's fingertips couldn't help but slide slightly.

It's like I can feel more of Yingqian's body temperature through this.

The opening dance ended quickly.

The nobles who were watching and waiting also applauded.

They looked at Yingqian and Michael with admiration in their eyes.

Ying Qian stepped back and nodded slightly to everyone.

His eyes fell on Pulin, and he noticed the furious face.

She endured it, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Let this little princess be pretentious before.

A little injured, it looks like the bandage and amputation failed.

We also need to deal with Xiao Xiangxiang.

Now, do you know that you regret it?

Xu Shiyingqian's gaze was too straightforward.

Pulin was even more annoyed.

She walked directly towards Yingqian and said angrily:

"Why are you targeting me?!"

"I didn't."

Ying Qian glanced around and saw that the others were either dancing or chatting. Not many people paid attention to this area, so he shrugged his shoulders and said casually:

"Michael also cares about you. The patient cannot dance, little princess."

Prinn looked even angrier.

The person who clearly rejected her was Michael.

But all the anger was directed at Yingqian.

She looked at Ying Qian's indifferent face and almost roared.

"It was you who made Michael reject me!"

"I didn't. I'm not talking nonsense."

"I know, you don't want me to marry Michael! You want to have him! You vicious crazy woman!"

Pu Lin gritted her teeth and approached Yingqian again.

That face is all attached.

Behind Ying Qian is a white wall with murals.

She could only look at Pulin's face, getting closer and closer.

If this were a man.

Yingqian was already about to take action.

But she is a girl after all.

Just be a little lighter.

She raised her hand, just as she was about to snap.

Just a second before he was greeted, an arm came between Yingqian and Pu Lin.

It's Michael.

His face is not very pretty.

There was also a hint of gloominess in his expression, which was quite rare.
To be continued...