The Runaway Consort

As soon as the words left my mouth, I immediately regretted it. Qi Chenxuan’s eyes were full of laughter, and he said with a look of sudden realization, “So, you really want to marry me!”

“No, I don’t!” My face turned red, and I quickly retorted.

“Not?” Qi Chenxuan blinked, pretending to be confused, “If not, then why did you say you want me to marry you as soon as possible? Could it be that you’re shy and too embarrassed to admit it?”

Woman, you’ve provoked me.

I puffed out my cheeks and glared at him, “Don’t flatter yourself! I just want to leave the palace, and it has absolutely nothing to do with wanting to marry you!”

“Is that really so?”

He seemed to be weighing the truthfulness of my words.

I made a stern face and answered impatiently, “Of course! What else did you think? That I like you? Please, don’t joke around. I’m not some lovesick girl who throws herself at every good-looking man!”

Qi Chenxuan immediately protested, “Hey, I’ll have you know this is called handsome and heroic, not ‘good-looking’! Don’t use words to describe women to describe me!”

I made an exaggerated vomiting gesture and stuck out my tongue, “Please, you could be even more narcissistic!”

Qi Chenxuan looked at me, and after a long while, suddenly said, “You’re quite cute!”

My legs went weak, and I unexpectedly fell to one side. Qi Chenxuan rushed to support me, but because of the distance, by the time he stretched out his hand, I had already fallen to the ground…

“Are you okay?” Qi Chenxuan tried hard to suppress his laughter as he pulled me up from the ground!

I rubbed my sore bottom and quickly shook off his hand, “You jinx! Stay away from me! If it weren’t for your nonsense, I wouldn’t have fallen…”

“You called me a jinx?” Qi Chenxuan, who was about to hold my hand, now pointed at himself, his mouth twitching slightly.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “I didn’t say anything wrong!”

“…” Qi Chenxuan stared at me, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. After a while, he asked with a dark expression, “What’s your name?”

Standing straight and unafraid, I unhesitatingly announced my name, “YanXimo. What?”

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