The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1979

Chapter 1979: Chapter 988: At Last, Fulfillment (Xinyang vs. Xiao Ji Marquis)

Yujin heard the commotion from the military camp and hurriedly came over. She saw the marquis standing at the entrance of the barracks but did not see her princess, so she worriedly asked, "Marquis, where is the princess?"

Xiao Ji glanced at the curtain flapping loudly, feigned a sigh, and said, "This marquis married the saintess, focusing only on bringing her back and forgot your princess at the Saintess Hall."

"Wha- what?"

Yujin was thunderstruck, staring at Xiao Ji in shock. It was too dark, and she was too flustered just now to notice the red outfit Xiao Ji was wearing.

It differed slightly from the wedding attire of Zhan Country’s groom, but his explanation made sense.

She had wondered when her marquis started loving such flamboyant colors.

Inside the tent came the sound of stomping in anger!

Xiao Ji winked at Yujin: "Don’t worry, the saintess and the king of Dongyi are in our hands. They won’t dare do anything to the princess. We’ll stay put; they’ll come to us to negotiate terms when they get anxious."

Yujin paused again, then understood everything.

Her silly princess once again fell for the marquis’s tricks?

Yujin couldn’t bear to look; clearly an intelligent person, but when faced with this old fox marquis, she was utterly outmaneuvered.

"Then, should I prepare anything?" She had learned well.

Getting the hang of it, Yujin.

Xiao Ji smiled broadly, yet spoke with feigned indifference, "Prepare some hot water, let the saintess freshen up, and have the kitchen make some food. The saintess doesn’t eat spicy food, remember to use less chili."

Now inside the tent, it wasn’t just stomping; it was pounding on the table!

Yujin felt sorry: Marquis, don’t go too far.

"Understood, off you go," Xiao Ji suppressed his smile and turned to enter the barracks.

The barracks had been tidied by Yujin, with some furniture added and warmer, softer bedding replaced.

Princess Xinyang now sat on a stool cushioned with cotton padding, exuding an aura that threatened to kill Xiao Ji from head to foot.

The Dongyi wedding attire had pockets concealed within the pleats on the sides.

Xiao Ji with his hands in pockets, swaggered over to sit beside Princess Xinyang, "Saintess, after such a long journey, was it tiring?"

I was confined in the Saintess Hall, yet you only cared about the saintess!

If I had Long Yi’s martial skills, you’d already be dead!

Xiao Ji was almost unable to hold back, his lips curving up irresistibly, but luckily she couldn’t see because of the veil.

He rose, fiddling with something in the tent, possibly lighting a candle, as Princess Xinyang sensed a light on the ground.

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