Pulin never dreamed of it.

Yingqian will suddenly take action against Michael.

And so vicious.

Seeing the pain in Michael's eyes, she felt that her whole body was on fire.

"what you do?!"

Prinn screamed.

It successfully attracted a lot of people's attention.

All of them watched helplessly as Princess Pu Lin trembled with anger and then approached Yingqian step by step.

Everyone was in a daze.

What's going on?

Princess Pu Lin, have you suddenly gone crazy?

Planning to attack their queen in their country?

Auli immediately swallowed the steak he was chewing.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Yingqian tilted his head, smiled reassuringly at everyone, and said:

"It's just that His Highness the Prince was slightly injured. The Princess is worried about him. I'll take him away first. Please continue to enjoy yourself and don't worry about us."

She squinted her eyes slightly.

He glanced at Pulin from the corner of his eye and saw that she looked furious. He tilted his head and asked Michael in a low voice:

"Her Royal Highness the Princess is standing up for you, are you going to accept her? My Royal Highness the Prince."

An innocent and pure smile hung on the corners of Ying Qian's lips.

There was also a curious light flashing in his dark eyes.

But her five fingers holding Michael's wrist quietly tightened their strength.

The skin on the wrist immediately turned red.

It should be quite painful.

But Michael just lowered his head, his brown eyes looking at Yingqian full of admiration.

He said softly:

"No, my queen, I just hope you can accompany me to rest. As for Princess Pulin..."

Michael was finally willing to take a look at Pulin.

It is clearly the same clear and beautiful voice.

But the tone suddenly became completely different.

"I'm really sorry for spoiling your mood, Your Highness."

If we are facing Ying Qian.

He is the spring breeze blowing past my face in the early morning of March.

With just the right temperature and soothing magic.

When facing Pulin.

Both his expression and attitude took a turn for the worse.

From the sea of ​​flowers in spring to the dust of late autumn.

The fall left Pulin disgraced.

She doesn't understand.

She was clearly venting her anger on Michael's behalf.

That crazy woman Yingqian dared to attack him.

At that moment, Pulin felt like tearing her heart to pieces.

Michael was like a god in her heart.

Sacred and awe-inspiring.

Do not blaspheme.

She is the most devout believer.

He is also the person closest to Michael.

When she saw Michael being bullied by Yingqian and her own god allowing her to be scorned at will, how could Pulin endure it.

But Michael was still protecting Yingqian.

He didn't seem to care at all.

The pain I just suffered was ordinary.

"Michael..."

Pulin was startled.

It was just this brief moment of confusion.

Yingqian has already helped Michael go away.

She looked at the backs of the two people who were so close to each other that they were almost touching each other.

Suddenly a strange feeling came over my heart.

Yingqian can't...

Pulin's eyes widened.

She grabbed the maid passing by and asked anxiously:

"Is your king dead?"

The maid has never heard such rude words in her life.

In a country that is not your own.

He opened his mouth and asked the king if he was dead now.

What a stupid brain?

Or is it that it hasn’t grown at all?

The maid lowered her face and threw Pulin away.

"Princess, please pay attention to your words. Our king is only slightly unwell! He is still in good health!"

After she finished speaking, she glared at Pulin fiercely.

Then without hesitation, he turned around and left.

If it were changed to before.

Pulin can also punish the maid for being rude.

But her mind was now occupied by other things, and she had no time to think about a little maid.

She hesitated for a while.

He took a step forward and chased in the direction of Yingqian and Michael.

As soon as you leave the banquet hall.

Yingqian let go of Michael's arm.

The beautiful fragrance of roses also faded away in my breath.

"Does it hurt?"

Yingqian cleared her throat in embarrassment.

I was thinking about taking action just now.

It is indeed a bit heavy.

This tender-skinned little prince should rarely get injured.

Michael blinked.

He looked into Ying Qian's dark eyes and quickly discerned the emotions in them clearly.

"Um."

Michael responded softly.

He took Yingqian's hand and placed it on his waist.
To be continued...