Reborn Daughter: The Young Lady Wants to Make a Trouble

Xueyue’s eyes widened, Li Wenmin’s voice was stiff and cold, not like him at all. Is this still the puppy she knew before? Does the puppy know how to show its teeth and bite people like a wolf? Is Wenmin originally a puppy? !

None of the onlookers dared to move. With so many weapons drawn, how could they? Turning their eyes from one side to the other, they discovered that the Li guards outnumbered the Imperial Guards. But who was the victorious side? The Imperial Guards were trained by the dangerous and ruthless Commander Wen, whose strict discipline and actions earned him many fierce titles.

"Lord Li Wenmin, do you know who you are pointing your sword at?!" a guard spoke, his voice eight octaves higher.

Wang Longhe roared: "Are you crazy?!"

Li Wenmin said angrily: "You are just a mere fourth prince, with a low title and a sickly body. We must not let you ascend the throne. The emperor won't care if you die. I am just his nephew, but my life is more valuable than yours." Wenmin spat out these words, and each word was more powerful than the sword that cut Long He.

Xueyue’s heart began to beat faster with fear. Although Wang Longhe was still far from the title of the Grand Prince, he was also a member of the royal family. To offend the king was to offend the entire country, which could mean the death penalty.

Xueyue didn't know the complicated relationship between the Li family and the royal family, and she didn't want them to die in vain. She forced herself to turn her attention to Li Chenyang, whose murderous aura had never left Wang Longhe. She didn't know why the boys had such a great hatred for the fourth prince, but she didn't want to make this tricky situation even more out of control.

When Li Chenyang took a step forward, Xueyue hugged his muscular arms. His eyes flashed with surprise as he looked at the koala in his arms.

"Chenyang, we are going home." She whispered, her eyes trembling with every word.

Seeing her expression, Chen Yang's eyes softened a little.

"It's getting dark now. If I don't go to lunch, Princess Li might get worried." Xueyue added hastily. Her voice was trembling, and her heart was filled with anxiety.

Li Chenyang stopped and stared at her. He looked at her expression and her hand desperately grasping his sleeve. She was careful not to touch him, and he knew it was because she thought he would be angry if she touched him rashly.

Xueyue thought Chenyang would push her away, but his free hand patted her head gently as if he was stroking a pet.

"Okay, let's go home." He whispered back to her.

Xueyue closed her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of his arm.

Li Chenyang raised his head and said, "Wenmin, we have to go home. We can't waste time on a pest like him."

Wenmin heard his brother's words but showed no sign of anything.

Li Wenmin muttered silently in his heart: "If I shake my wrist, this bastard will bleed to death... If I shake my wrist, the sins he committed may finally be forgiven, and maybe Minghua will forgive me--"

"Wenmin, don't make me repeat myself, let's go home now." Li Chenyang demanded. He didn't like the aura of Li Wenmin. It reminded him of the night of the fire, when Li Minghua's body was nowhere to be found. Invisible anger and the promise of death...

"A flick of the wrist... a flick of the wrist," Wenmin repeated in his mind. Rage and pain swept over him, threatening to drown him.

Seeing that Li Wenmin refused to give in in his position, Li Chenyang felt a little uneasy. He took a step closer to his brother, but Xueyue was three steps ahead of him. She didn't know that the lively Wenmin had a dangerous past, but she knew that he was no longer his normal self.

When she reached him, she said firmly, "The sun is setting. We should go home."

Li Wenmin blinked in confusion.

"Princess Li is waiting for us at home. The prince has to attend to court affairs tonight. If he doesn't come back for lunch, your mother will be very lonely." Xueyue pulled his arm. "What are you waiting for? Go home and eat your favorite buns. I heard that the chef might prepare some snacks."

"Baozi?" Li Wenmin had a blank expression on his face, his eyes full of uncertainty.

Xueyue nodded. "Your favorite buns, filled with warm red bean paste. The chefs are preparing it as we speak. Better go home and eat it while it's hot."

Li Wenmin's eyes flashed with recognition. He stared at her and she smiled back. He decided that she should smile less. Because he was not the only one affected by the calm and delicate expression on her face. He cried silently for his future... He had to fend off so many suitors!

"Well, let's go home and eat steamed buns." He whispered, as if he had not just eaten them in the capital. He sheathed his sword and placed a warm hand on her shoulder.

Xueyue had her back to the Fourth Prince, as if she was not aware of his presence at all.

Her lack of response to him only piqued Wang Longhe's curiosity. He wanted to see her acknowledge herself, or even look at him more as she approached Li's carriage. She didn't.

For the first time, there was a girl who didn't care about him... Interesting, very interesting.

Wang Longhe's curious eyes stayed on her disappearing figure until the busy streets became blurred and only she could be seen. Her back was thin and her shoulders were delicate. He suddenly had an urge to protect her. Even though she got into the carriage and could no longer be seen, he still looked ahead.