The First Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Four Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Sixty One)

Listening to the white, cool and thin voice that seems to be able to freeze time and still has an indifferent and pleasant voice, Ye Yao'er's face turned pale, bit her lip, and said pitifully: "It's the Yao'er who said the wrong thing, the Yao'er just said it. I'm worried that there will be conflicts between Wang Ye and Yan Han, but I never thought about it, it's the Yaoer who thinks too much."

Ye Yao'er had already scolded Ye Yanhan a thousand times in her heart, and she hated Ye Yanhan even more.

Sometimes there is no reason to hate someone.

Maybe because of a little thing, maybe because of the blink of an eye.

Standing in the garden, she was dressed in shimmering purple clothes, so noble and unparalleled in the world.

"Since you know that you said something wrong, you don't have to say it again."

Ye Yao'er gritted her teeth, a trace of grievance flashed across her eyes, and she lowered her head and replied, "Yes."

The dyed white delicate eyebrows contained a shallow smile, but he did not smile.

Speaking of the library.

Hou Ye coughed lightly, looked at Ye Yanhan sitting on the red sandalwood chair, and said kindly, "How was Yanhan's life in the palace?"

The noble and handsome man leaned on the back of the chair coldly and lazily, and the delicate linen clothes diluted his indifferent temperament. The beautiful face is indifferent and cold.

"Everything is fine." Ye Yanhan's black eyelashes drooped slightly, his obsidian-like eyes were cold and unwavering, and the sound quality of his speech was very weak, but it still sounded very nice, clean and clear.

Hou Ye sighed: "Yan Han, I know that you didn't have a good time in the palace. You don't have to say that, I know it all."

"So?" He said lightly and leaned back, his temperament was cold and lazy, but his beautiful eyebrows had an unapproachable dignity and indifference.

Hou Ye frowned slightly, and said to himself: "You don't need to say, I know you are having a bad time, so I have something to tell you."

His slender and clean fingers tapped the red sandalwood tabletop one after another, with a noble temperament, his thin lips were lightly opened, and he uttered a word indifferently, in a casual tone: "Speak."

Hou Ye was stunned for a moment.

He was actually frightened by his own son just now?

Just kidding, how is that possible.

Is thinking too much.

What kind of personality does Ye Yanhan have, he still doesn't know?

How could he have such an aura?

The female marquis said with a smile: "Yan Han, how difficult it is for you to be alone in the palace, I specifically told Yao'er, then you will talk to the seventh prince and let Yao'er also marry into the palace. , the two of you support each other and take care of each other."

"In this case, your life in the palace will be much better."

Ye Yanhan's black eyelashes trembled slightly, he was cold and silent, his slender, fair, and articulated hands raised, loosening his neckline, revealing a cold white delicate collarbone, his movements were expensive, and he said coldly and lazily: "Do you want me to live well, or do you want to put Ye Yao'er in the palace?"

"You child, how do you talk?" The female marquis frowned involuntarily, "You are young, be generous, the prince will have a male waiter sooner or later, so it's better to fall on your own family, don't look at it now It is unreliable how the Seventh Lord treats you so well, don't spread it out, saying that the Seventh Prince's husband is jealous."

"What's the matter with you in the Seven Princes' Mansion?" Ye Yanhan's obsidian-like cold and unwavering eyes fell on the Marquis, neither salty nor light.

Indifferent and noble.

"Yan Han!" Hou Ye shouted displeasedly.

"Don't you want to go beyond the Seventh Prince to make your own decisions and despise the imperial power?" Ye Yanhan's eyes were indifferent and picturesque, and he casually opened his lips.