The Failed Plan to Win the Prince Consort

"Sigh." Daniel let out a breath. "What should we do?"

"Sigh." Julia shook her head. "It's difficult. Do any of you have any ideas?"

Clobellus frowned. "More than difficult—it's practically impossible! Pagliu, do you have any ideas?"

Pagliu took a drink. "What idea could I possibly have? Why not just force it? In that guy's words, cook the raw rice into cooked rice—then even if he doesn't want to eat it, he'll have no choice."

"Tch! What a rotten idea!" The Blue Dragon and Black Dragon couple shot him disdainful looks at the same time. "Could you have a little class? You're practically a Dragon King-level dragon by now."

"The one with no class is His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, picking a guy like that as his son-in-law." Pagliu said with a grief-stricken expression. "And that guy already has several women, every one of them a knockout—even the Empress is his. Dragon God above, it's so unfair!"

Daniel indignantly added, "That's right! You beast, let go of that Black Dragon!"

"You seem to have strayed from the point..." A cold gleam flashed in the Black Dragon young lady's eyes, making the Blue Dragon's scalp tingle. "Would it be classy if Lord Augulas chose trash like you as his sons-in-law?"

Uncle Poison Dragon was not afraid of Julia and was about to speak when he suddenly bared his teeth in pain. Emerald Dragon's claws had viciously twisted the flesh on his arm. This twisting technique had been taught to her by her best friend Ine: pinch a bit of flesh, then give it a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn. Not only was the pain unbearable, but it also left a huge, conspicuous bruise behind—utterly humiliating.

"You two idiots who only know how to be jealous, shall I use a communication crystal to ask