The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Lu Jiuqing held the wine bottle in his hand and looked at Mo Xiao opposite him through the flickering candlelight.

This person, this face, was very familiar to her, but she rarely looked at him seriously like this.

The current Ninth Prince, the only legitimate son of the Empress, is famous not only for his unpredictable and violent temper, but also for his unforgettable beauty.

Among today's handsome men, His Highness the Ninth Prince is ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first.

Many people say that the Ninth Prince is good at everything. The only drawback is that he was born at the wrong time and came too late. If he had come ten years earlier, he would not have been beaten by the eldest son of the emperor who was born as a concubine.

The current prince's mother was from a humble background, and he was only the eldest son before he was made prince by the emperor. His position as prince was originally secure, but the appearance of Mo Xiao broke this.

Although Mo Xiao is not the elder, he is the direct descendant.

Everyone felt sorry for the Ninth Prince, and some ministers took the initiative to support the Ninth Prince, who had more outstanding talents, to ascend to the throne.

Everyone acquiesced in Mo Xiao's ambition and felt that he was bound to win the throne. But only Lu Jiuqing knew that His Highness the Ninth Prince did not have much obsession with the lofty throne.

In the last life, the prince was afraid of him, confronted him tit for tat, and tried to kill him several times. However, Mo Xiao repeatedly gave in and tolerated it again and again.

Unfortunately, his patience did not earn the prince's mercy.

"Have you seen enough?"

Mo Xiao suddenly spoke, interrupting Lu Jiuqing's memories.

Lu Jiuqing blinked and nodded dully: "Enough."

Mo Xiao had a smile in his eyes: "Does it look good?"

"Good-looking," Lu Jiuqing said without much thought, "You are the most beautiful man in the world."

Mo Xiao coughed lightly and looked at Lu Jiuqing with a smile: "The most beautiful man in the world is yours, are you happy?"

Lu Jiuqing tilted his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, no."

Mo Xiao narrowed his eyes: "What's not?"

"It's not mine," Lu Jiuqing muttered, holding the wine bottle, "it's someone else's."

Just because she looked like Mo Xiao's sweetheart, she briefly owned Mo Xiao like a thief. From the beginning to the end, Mo Xiao was not hers.

When Mo Xiao heard what she said, his face turned dark. He pulled her into his arms and said angrily: "My innocence has been taken away by you, but now you don't admit that I am yours. Lu Jiuqing, you are Scumbag?"

Lu Jiuqing was confused: "Who is the scumbag?"

Mo Xiao reached out and tapped the tip of her nose: "You."

Lu Jiuqing: "???"

She is an honest person and has never done anything bad. How can she be a scumbag?

Mo Xiao is talking nonsense.

Mo Xiao saw her struggling to get down with an unhappy look on her face. He quickly tightened his hand and coaxed in a low voice: "Okay, okay, you are not a scumbag, you are the best person in the world."

Lu Jiuqing slowed down and was barely satisfied with Mo Xiao's words.

Mo Xiao saw her like this and laughed: "Little drunkard."

After drinking, Lu Jiuqing was much more sincere and easy to coax.

Mo Xiao shook the person in his arms and asked casually, "What happened today? Why do you want to go back to the Marquis Mansion?"

Lu Jiuqing's face instantly darkened, and his eyes instantly darkened.

Mo Xiao narrowed his eyes, softened his voice a little, and said softly: "Have you encountered something? If you can't solve it, you can come to me. I will always stand by your side."