You break off my engagement and I dig your ancestral graves

"Heh!" Xiao Su chuckled and shook his head helplessly. He turned around and the arrogant little girl ran into his arms.

She hugged him and accused him, even saying angrily: "My royal brother is really heartless and ungrateful. He has not come to see me for so many years."

"I'm sorry for putting you through this." Xiao Su pushed her away and rubbed her head.

Xiao Xiyun snorted indifferently, crossed her arms and said proudly: "Why should I feel wronged? Over the years, I have been fighting wits and courage with the old witch. She failed to kill me, and I failed to kill her either. It can be considered a draw!"

"If you go, you might still need me, your sister, to protect you!"

Xiao Su's eyes were full of doting. He flicked her forehead and said, "I won't let you suffer for too long. It will be over soon."

"I believe in my brother." Xiao Xiyun smiled.

They, the brother and sister, have endured for many years, so why should they be afraid of this happening overnight?

After asking about her health, Xiao Xiyun dragged her into her bedroom. As soon as she sat down, she couldn't wait to ask about her sister-in-law whom she had never met.

"Is Princess Chaoxi really that good?" the little girl said with blinking eyes.

Xiao Su calmly drank a sip of hot tea, with a flash of tenderness in his eyes, "She... is fine."

"That's good? He is worthy of my royal brother's love." Xiao Xiyun was puzzled, because her brother was a unique man in the world.

He was born with unparalleled handsomeness and was also the crown prince.

What kind of woman could make him so open-hearted and put aside his princely attitude to please her in every way?

Xiao Su chuckled and lowered his eyes, "I... married her too high."

Xiao Xiyun: “???”

At this moment, Cui Yingying, who was far away in the sky and was praised highly by him, sneezed at an inopportune time.

The group of people were having fun along the way, as if they were on vacation.

Occasionally, when inspiration strikes, they will work late into the night to appreciate each other's paintings, and when they cannot reach a consensus, they will inevitably fight.

Cui Yingying had a fight with Liang Heng last night. Han Liang tried to stop them but to no avail and suffered an unexpected disaster as a result, with a scratch mark on his face.

Xiao Dai, who came late for breakfast, looked at the fight between the three people, raised his eyebrows, looked at the angry look of the little girl, and asked, "Did you fight again last night? Did you lose or win?"

The noise was so loud that the innkeeper almost thought he had received some vicious bandits.

Cui Yingying said proudly: "We won."

Xiao Dai picked up a big bun for her and praised, "Great."

Shangying pulled the corner of his mouth. The good princess became more and more crooked after being taught.

It's all because of the master's indulgence.

"It's because I'm letting you go. Otherwise, even ten of you wouldn't be my match." Liang Heng snorted, trying to save face.

Cui Yingying picked up a small bun for him with disdain and comforted him: "Don't blame the uneven road if you are not doing well."

"Brother, haven't you heard that? No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives."

"Stop making excuses."

Liang Heng felt very uncomfortable with the breath held in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to tell the details of the fight last night. He didn't know where this damn girl learned these moves from, they were all low-level stuff.

None of them are up to the standard.

After breakfast, the three of them reconciled and set off happily.

"I don't know why, but the closer we get to Yecheng, the more uneasy I feel." Liang Heng said anxiously, touching his heart.

When Cui Yingying heard this, she pulled back the carriage curtain, poked her head out of the carriage, and poked his heart with deep sympathy, "Don't be afraid, second brother. Princess Xiyun and your father will greet you at the city gate."

"In the future, as your brother, I will burn more for you during festivals." Han Liang rode past him on a horse and patted his shoulder solemnly.

Liang Heng: "..."

These two cold-blooded bastards deserve to die.