Ning'er's eyes had been on him just now. As a martial arts practitioner with amazing keenness, it was impossible for him not to notice.

He is just angry. He is a dignified prince, but he doesn't even have half a place in this woman's eyes. Every time he is half angry to death, just two words can dispel his anger. He never knows

, he was so spineless in front of this woman.

All dignity, principles, and rules became worthless in front of her.

He clearly knew that there was a man in her heart that he might never forget in this life, but he still pretended not to know anything to get along with her, trying to drive that man out of her heart. Now think about it, is it possible?

Everything is just his own passion.[

He took a sip of wine and looked at Ning'er with eyes full of complicated emotions.

On the ring, the two princesses were fighting equally, each using their special skills, one move after another, and no one took advantage of the other.

Amuhan's face turned a little gray, probably because he didn't expect that Tianchi's little princess could compete with his precious daughter.

He was already feeling a little uncomfortable. In the morning, he mentioned to Nanye Yehua about marrying Tianchi Dynasty. He agreed happily, but it was not what Nazha wanted.

I heard that the fourth prince was indifferent and focused on wandering the clouds and wild cranes. This was not his purpose.

He was reluctant to let his precious daughter become the emperor's concubine and share a husband with so many women. Only King Pingyao could satisfy his wishes.

He is both powerful and not a womanizer, so it would be great for Nazha to be with him.

Nanye Yehua was still cheerful, clapping his hands from time to time, and Amuhan also smiled apologetically.

At this time, An Ning and Na Zha stood still panting, their vigilance undiminished. Na Zha used the whip, while An Ning used her bare hands. Speaking of which, An Ning had already defeated her by half a point.

"You can't tell, but he's quite capable of fighting!".

An Ning twisted her neck and gritted her teeth. She boasted that her martial arts skills were not bad. This was the first opponent she had ever fought against.

"Each other.".

Speaking in blunt Chinese, Nazha snorted coldly. She always gets stronger when she is strong. No one has truly defeated her, at least, so far.

After a short rest, Nazha took the initiative to launch an attack. In her mind, if she wanted to defeat her opponent, she had to take the initiative and push her opponent to the point of no return. In this regard, she did not want to give her opponent any chance to preemptively strike.

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An Ning is not someone who is easy to bully, let alone just a competition. In the process of getting involved in the world, her actual combat experience is much better than the delicate Nazha.

How can Nazha be her opponent in adapting to circumstances?

During the competition, Concubine Jin suddenly left the table with a livid face, and her flustered look made Ning'er feel good.

No need to ask, it must have been the news that his incompetent brother Zhengdang was imprisoned reached her ears.

Ning'er curled her lips, and the corners of her mouth reached to the root of her neck.[

Nanno Yuze frowned, she could really smile so freely in any situation.

Is she really heartless?

On the ring, An Ning pressed closer to Nazha. The ministers below shouted excitedly, "Princess, a thousand years old." An Ning hooked her lips, grabbed her whip and dragged her towards him, and was about to give her a blow.
Chapter completed!