Jiang Shuyue: [How so?]
Huahua: [Fierce toward outsiders, cute and cuddly at home. Show him some sweets and he'll even wag his tail.]
The Prince of Beichen shuddered violently, feeling his very soul tremble.
It's over, it's over. After all these years of effort, everything has fallen apart at the final hurdle...
Did they have to toy with him like this?
It was all that damned Marchioness of Zhennan's fault. Why dig up his secrets out of nowhere?
The Prince of Beichen had also figured out what was going on and shot her a sharp, commanding glare.
Jiang Shuyue: [The Prince of Beichen seems to be glaring at me. Why? I haven't done anything annoying. I haven't even opened my mouth yet.]
Huahua: [Not at all. He looks at everyone as though he has a bitter blood feud with them. That's why people call him Wild Wolf behind his back. He was just born looking that way. When he tries to look gentle, he even scares himself. This sort of gaze is actually friendlier.]
Jiang Shuyue: [True. He may be big and burly, but he's rather pleasant to look at. I think he's a good person.]
A good person?
Whenever the Prince of Beichen appeared, people were already jolted into retreat before he even arrived. This was the first time anyone had called him a good person.
She had even said he was pleasant to look at.
He stroked his thick beard, feeling that Jiang Shuyue had rather good taste.
Jiang Shuyue: [He looks like such a good person. Surely he could help make me a few pieces of underwear?]
Crack!
The cup in Zhou Yunshen's hand cracked as well.
He rose with a smile and went to greet him. "Why, isn't this the Prince of Beichen? Long time no