He's a sick Cinderella

Chapter 147 [014] He is a little fish 14
An Yeran really didn't have much memory of Prince Trofan. She met him once when she was ten years old, but that was nine years ago. Besides, she didn't even remember whether she said hello or not.

Trofan arrived here tonight. As a princess, she had to come forward to greet her. Even if she didn't want to, she was still a prince of a country.

"When will we arrive tonight?" An Yeran asked.

The lord thought for a while and said, "It should be after the sun goes down."

"Is the dinner arranged?"

The lord said: "It has been arranged."

Fine.

An Yeran stood up, "Then I'll see you tonight, I'll go back to sleep first."

After speaking, she yawned and was about to take a nap.

There must be a lot of chores at night, and she has to deal with that prince. She has always hated those social occasions, and fake smiles all the time. In order to show the demeanor of a princess of a country, she can only watch other people eat, which is really uncomfortable.

Xiu followed her out of the lord's room and walked up the stairs slowly.

The young man's complexion was not very good-looking, his delicate face was covered with frost, and his pupils were extremely cold. After hearing that the prince was coming, he kept his mouth shut without saying a word.

When An Yeran stayed at the door of the room and was about to open the door, the boy suddenly grabbed her with one hand, looked at the girl with burning eyes, and asked softly, "You are going to get married soon, right?"

An Yeran nodded: "That's right, that Prince Trofan came here this time to discuss marriage."

The boy frowned slightly, "Don't marry him, okay?"

An Yeran smiled and waved him away, "I don't want to either, but I'm old too."

Otherwise, I wouldn't have such a dream for so many days in a row.

Thinking of what happened at night, she felt guilty and blushed for no reason.

But in the eyes of the young man, this expression became the expectation and joy for the arrival of the prince.

A strong anger suddenly rose in his chest, his eyes were dark, and he stared at the girl.

There was another gust of wind whistling on the distant coast, the waves were clearing sand, the waves were rough, and the port that had not yet been repaired was further damaged. The anger of the Lord was transmitted to the sea, and it was venting its emotions.

In the castle, it was still peaceful.

"You, don't marry the prince." The young man forcibly restrained the darkness in his heart.He has the patience to wait until the girl falls in love with her and agrees to be his partner.

Of course, the premise is that she will not marry someone else.

An Yeran was stunned for a moment, well, she still didn't want to marry the prince just like that, she smiled, and the girl said: "Okay, don't worry, I won't get married."

"Really?" the boy asked after a pause.

The girl nodded: "Really, I will not marry that Prince Trofan. If he came to discuss marriage tonight, then I will find a way to refuse."

Hearing what she said, the boy's silent eyes finally had a gleam of light, "Okay, I believe you. Please be sure to reject him."

An Yeran teased: "Why do you not want me to get married so much?"

The young man smiled slightly, the corners of his red lips curled up, a bit of fascination appeared on his delicate and well-behaved face, he stretched out his hand, caressed her face, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was low, "Because, I want to be your partner."

This sentence is extremely serious, there is no joking element in it, no matter how big the girl's heart is, she can hear it clearly at this moment.

An Yeran's smile instantly froze on her face, her eyes widened, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"..."

*
"boom!"

The door was slammed shut, and the door panel collided with the door frame, making an extremely loud sound.

The young man who was left outside the door was expressionless, and there was no trace of warmth on his delicate and well-behaved face.

The girl's reaction undoubtedly hurt him a lot.

She didn't answer him, she turned him away.

Obviously, she doesn't want to be his partner.

Outside the window at the end of the corridor, the sea was constantly churning.

People on the shore did not dare to approach the sea again, and those lost utensils could not be found.

Mermaids are stubborn, once they have a lover they believe in, they will never let go.

The boy's eye pupils turned into vertical pupils in the next moment, and some scales slowly appeared on both sides of his cheeks. With his strength, he could completely destroy the door panel now, sink the girl inside with him, and leave her behind forever. in Atlantis.

But doing that would scare her.

He is still reluctant.

Wait a minute.

The teenager forced himself to calm down.

At least, she said, but marry the prince.

Simple words of courtship may not be enough to make a girl fall in love.

In the human race, is there anything else that needs to be prepared for courtship?
He thought about it, and finally, he set his sights on himself.

——Mermaid scales are the most precious and beautiful things in this world.

The boy's eyes softened, perhaps, he could prepare a gift for her, a gift that could prove his sincerity, and then woo the girl again.

*
The first thing An Yeran did after closing the door was to quickly get under the covers!

But now she has no sleep at all, her mind is full of what the boy said just now!

God!

She was confessed!
An Yeran's face was blushing, and her heart was beating fast.

Although there were suitors before, she had never been so nervous as she is now.

Could it be that she really hates marriage recently, and even hearing a confession makes her excited for a long time? !

An Yeran took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, and when she felt calm, she finally poked her head out of the quilt.

To be honest, after thinking about it carefully, in fact, she really didn't want to get married.

The days of freedom have not been enough, how can it be possible to get married!
But how to explain this psychological reaction now?

She rubbed her temples in frustration, and decided to take a nap first, although she was not sure if she could fall asleep.

Facts have proved that An Yeran's heart is still too big.

Not long after, the girl's gentle breathing sounded in the room, accompanied by a slight smacking of her mouth.

*
At night, a gorgeous carriage finally passed through the streets of the city-state and came under the tall castle.

And at the gate of the castle, many people were already waiting there.

The maid and the guards stood side by side, with a solemn expression. In the middle of the gate, stood a girl in a Chinese dress. Her white trousers were tied into her knee-high boots. The chain, the red outer shirt is tightly bound by a brown belt, and the clothes are meticulous and look very energetic.

An Yeran didn't wear a dress. She came here as a duke. In order to show respect for other princes, the general greeting etiquette requires everyone to wear white gloves.

"My lord, the prince is here." Lord Wilde stood beside the girl and whispered.

An Yeran nodded, raised his hand to give instructions, and the guards immediately laid out a red carpet. The carpet rolled down, not too long or too short, and it just stopped at the stairs where the prince was about to get off.

Afterwards, the coachman opened the door of the carriage, and a man slowly stepped out of the carriage.

The man looks good, plump and handsome, with well-defined outlines, light blue eyes, golden hair, fair skin, and a gentle expression, but An Yeran can see a faint black halo on the eyelids, which is a bit Like sleep deprivation.

The man walked up to the girl step by step, held her hand, leaned down and kissed her lightly, "Hello, Your Highness the Princess."

His voice was low and hoarse, which made people feel a little hairy.

After saluting, just as he raised his head, suddenly, as if he was pressed by something, his head hit the ground hard!
"boom!"

The forehead collided with the ground and made a sound, which shows that the fall was not light!
An Yeran's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly said, "Are you okay?!"

The surrounding guards quickly helped him up and wiped the dust off his face.

Fortunately, the skin is not broken, but the forehead is a little bruised.

Trofan gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay!"

But the tone didn't sound like nothing happened at all.

"Go get some gauze and wound medicine." An Yeran ordered the maid behind her.

The maid nodded and turned to go into the hall.

However, Prince Trofan said: "No need, it's just a small injury."

Probably in order to show the prince's demeanor, he did not ask for medicine.

But An Yeran couldn't understand the relationship between taking medicine and demeanor.

*
In the hall, the castle is dotted with candlelight, and the gorgeous gems reflect those bright light spots, emitting colorful light.

When the prince came back to look for her, he didn't bring many people with him, and most of the accompanying envoys stayed in the palace.

When the dinner started, Xiu still didn't come back.

An Yeran hadn't seen him since she woke up in the afternoon. She didn't know where the man had gone, but she couldn't see him for the time being, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, she had just been confessed, and she hadn't figured out how to face him yet.

Prince Trofan opened the chair for An Yeran. This is the courtesy of the prince, and he must hold the seat for the princess.

"Thank you." An Yeran said.

Trofan smiled at her gently, "My pleasure."

After speaking, he took the girl's hand and put it to his mouth to kiss, but An Yeran reacted quickly, and she immediately took it back.

The prince was taken aback for a moment, seeming a little puzzled and dissatisfied.

An Yeran smiled awkwardly, "No, there is no need to be too polite, the prince can be more easy-going."

To the prince, this sentence was telling him not to be too formal.

Trofan smiled, and those dissatisfaction dissipated, "Okay, then I'll be free."

An Yeran also smiled politely.

But that's not the case at all.

There were gloves before, so she didn't feel that strong, but she needed to take off the gloves when eating. When she realized that the prince was going to kiss her, she felt very resistant for no reason.

Prince Trofan's conversation is good and he is very graceful, but every time he speaks, his furry voice always makes people feel very uncomfortable.

The dark halo on his eyelids also made him look a little haggard, probably from the exhaustion of the journey.

When the music in the hall ended, the dinner came to an end, and Trovan's words finally got to the point.

Outside the glass door of the hall, in the back garden, the prince invited An Yeran to take a walk together. As a princess, she couldn't refuse the prince's invitation.

"Your Highness, in fact, I came to see you this time because of our marriage."

An Yeran was mentally prepared, "I know, I just happen to have something to say to you," she said, "I'm sorry about marrying you, please forgive me for refusing."

Trofan seemed to be able to guess what the girl meant, and he said, "His Royal Highness, can you please think about it first?"

"Although Stanlow doesn't have the wealth of Navia, but his military strength is not weak. If he marries me, the relationship between the two countries will be more friendly and there will be more trade exchanges. This will only benefit Navia, right?"

An Yeran said: "Your Highness, Navia's trading partner is not just Stanlow. If you say that getting married can lead to a better relationship, then why don't I marry Sparta, which is stronger than Stanlow? Woolen cloth?"

Trofan smiled softly, "Your Highness, Sparta is a bunch of barbarians who never know how to be merciful. They even treat newborn babies so cruelly, let alone you."

An Yeran said: "For fighting, His Royal Highness must know that my force is not weaker than men, right? So, if I fight with the Spartans, I may not necessarily lose."

Her attitude is very clear, that is, she refuses.

The smile on Trofan's face gradually disappeared, and the light blue pupils also darkened.

After a while, he suddenly smiled again.

"Princess," the man changed his tone, slightly sullen, "I ran into Prince Wen on the way to the city-state, do you know?"

An Yeran blinked, a little confused, so what did he say this for?
An Yewen left yesterday, so it's not unusual to meet him on the road.

However, the man's next words made her heart sink, "Prince Wen seems to be a little tired, he seems to be still injured, so I ordered someone to invite him to a place to rest, that place is relatively hidden, now apart from me, Nobody knows there."

Stanlow said with a smile: "Your Highness, do you want to meet Prince Wen?"

An Yeran: "..."

The girl understood.

That brat An Yewen was kidnapped by this guy on the way back to the palace!

A surge of anger welled up in her chest, she really wanted to beat up the man in front of her, but I'm afraid she can't do it now!
"So, you mean—" An Yeran's eyes turned cold.

Stan Luo smiled gently, with a slightly weird smile: "Marry me, Your Royal Highness."

*
The process of peeling off one's own scales is extremely painful.

The boy's body was covered in blood, and the bright red liquid soaked all the water in the pool, and the originally clear sky gradually became cloudy.

The boy's nails were sharp. He tightly held the bright and beautiful scale and peeled it off his body. The intense pain invaded every nerve of his body. It was the feeling of life being choked, and he even felt it. die.

"Crack-"

The scales are separated from the flesh!
In an instant, blood gushed out!

He gritted his teeth tightly, and after getting his own scales, a smile appeared on that delicate little face.

Merfolk have one of the most precious scales.

That scale was the lifeblood of the mermaids, and for them, once the scale was destroyed, they would die instantly.

No one can touch that scale, not even the closest ones.

So in the mermaid, once someone is willing to offer his scales to his lover, it means that he really loves him badly.

The boy turned back into his legs again, put on the clothes on the shore, limped, and walked slowly towards the castle.

By this time the dinner party was almost over.

There were not many people in the hall.

The boy's footsteps were light, and in his hand, he held the scale that symbolized life.

When he stepped into the back garden, he suddenly heard a familiar girl's voice.

The young man smiled, and was about to follow the voice to find her, but in the next second, he heard words that made his blood coagulate:

"Prince Trofan, I promise to marry you."

　It's a bit late, sorry! ! ! !
　　This week and next week, I have to go to class continuously, I'm sick of it! ! !
　　See you in the next chapter wb.Probably tomorrow will also be updated at this time...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)