The Third Prince had never been to the battlefield. Just because he won a few street fights, he thought he was the best in the world. Xuexue sneered sarcastically, saying, "Then I wish the Third Prince a banner of success and a triumphant return."
The two argued incessantly, but Situ Dieer, who was the focus, remained calm and pressed the Third Prince down, softly saying, "Third Prince, don't be angry. If you get sick over me, my heart will ache."
The Third Prince's expression softened immediately, "Dieer is still the best, virtuous and kind, gentle and lovely."
After saying this, he turned and glared fiercely at Situtu Xueer: "Unlike some people who, despite their stunning looks, have a heart like a viper."
Xuexue seemed as if she didn't hear it, picking up chopsticks and eating.
Xiao Jiu, seeing this from the beam, fluttered down with its small eyes fixed on the meat on the table, drooling and sharply cried out: "Master, Master, meat!"
