Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 332 How Do You Explain To My Father?

Nan Qi looked coldly, glanced at Nan Yuan lying in Duan Yijun's arms, and said displeasedly: "Don't you have a better execution method?"

Nan Yuan nodded: "Since everyone has seen Mr. Zhao belittle Fu Xuejin, why don't you just betroth Fu Xuejin to Mr. Zhao as his wife? Fu Xuejin's father is the prime minister, so I am not afraid that Mr. Zhao will disrespect her. Fu Xuejin is getting older. Just assigned a wedding to..."

"I don't want it!" Fu Xuejin directly rejected Nan Yuan's execution proposal with a look of fear, subconsciously dodged two steps back, and shook her head: "I don't want to marry such a prodigal son."

Nan Yuan said: "How could it be? I think Mr. Zhao is also very handsome, hiss..." In the middle of speaking, I don't know whether Duan Yijun did it on purpose or not. The wound on Nan Yuan's back was involved, causing Nan Yuan to frown. There was a silent "hiss".

Then he went on to say: "And your family background is stronger than his, plus the emperor bestowed a marriage, I think how dare this Mr. Zhao do anything to you?"

Zhao Ziyuan immediately shook his head: "Don't dare, I will definitely serve Ms. Fu well, correct my evil ways and return to the right, and never go to the place of love and moon again to do such shameless things."

Although he didn't like Fu Xuejin's existence, he knew that this was the only bridge that could save him. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die!

Nan Yuan pursed her lips and smiled: "Miss Fu, you have heard Mr. Zhao wants to marry you, so you have to correct yourself."

Fu Xuejin snorted coldly with an ugly face: "If he can change his ways, it will be as if this dog stopped eating meat."

Nan Qi stretched out her hand and pinched her aching temple, and said in a low voice: "That's enough, stop arguing, it's settled like this, if Miss Fu is leaked by the frivolous news of Mr. Why don't you follow God's will and marry Mr. Zhao?"

Even the emperor said that, then she really has no chance of turning around.

With a pale face, Fu Xuejin continued to take two steps back: "I said I will not marry, if the emperor forces me again, I will apologize with death."

After finishing speaking, Fu Xuejin took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and climbed directly on the bench in the pavilion to stand. If she was provoked again in the next moment, she would jump off.

I thought that forcing the emperor with death would take back his life, but he didn't expect the emperor to just flip off his sleeves indifferently: "Even if he dies, this corpse will be buried after marrying him first."

"Your Majesty!" Fu Xuejin's upper body had already protruded from the railing, and she said with emotion and reason: "If I die, how will you explain to my father?"

Nan Qi put her hands behind her back: "The frivolous incident that could have been calmed down quietly, but you insisted on jumping into the river to make it known to everyone. I'm afraid it's not me who has difficulty explaining to the prime minister, right?"

Fu Xuejin pointed at Zhao Ziyuan: "Then the emperor executes him directly, so naturally no one will know."

Nan Qi raised her eyebrows at the boatman and his party standing by the side, there were twenty or thirty of them, and said calmly: "If he can be executed, then Miss Fu can guarantee that these twenty or thirty will not speak out?"

Fu Xuejin moved her lips: "Then together..."

Before he could say the word execution, he was interrupted by the frowning Nan Qi. Nan Qi said solemnly: "Execute together? In order to protect one of your secrets, dozens of people will be executed. Then, Miss Fu, go down!" One step, are you thinking about how to execute me?"

(End of this chapter)