The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts - Chapter 403

Zhao Heng, who was writing with a pen, raised his eyes and glanced at him, but kept his head down and continued to write without making a sound.

Finally, she couldn’t help but raised her eyes to look at him, saw that he was writing intently, then lowered his head and cupped his hands and repeated, “I have seen my father.”

“I don’t know what the father and emperor called for.”

Zhao Hengyi didn’t speak, and even this time he didn’t even raise his head.

Jiang Yingxiu looked at him twice, but those two eyes were nothing more than that, she continued to lower her head to rub Zhao Heng’s ink, and did not speak.

Zhao An frowned, and slowly turned his head to look in Jiang Fu’s direction.

Jiang Fu put a grape in his mouth, and then slowly picked up the teacup at hand, looking very comfortable.

Zhao An was suddenly furious because of this woman.

An Le used to be so obedient, he was what he said, and she didn’t dare to go west when he said to go east, but since she got to know this woman, she has changed everything.

Thinking about it carefully, it was after she met this woman that she started to ignore her.

“The county princess is here too.” Zhao An maintained the posture of crossing his hands, slightly turned his head to look at Jiang Fu, his eyes were cold and cold.

The tone was not really friendly.

“En.” Jiang Fu held the teacup, took a sip with lowered eyes, then gently put down the teacup, and said, “I seem to have won the bet between you and me.”

“When does His Highness the Eighth Prince plan to pay back the money?”

Her tone was very calm, and she even had a slight smile on her face.

It seemed that he was certain that he would lose.

Zhao An’s eyelids twitched, and he immediately turned to look at Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng, who was still writing seriously with a pen just now, stopped suddenly. He stood in front of the big sapphire case, and looked at him with his pen in his hand, his face still the same as before.

But for some reason, Zhao An felt a chill down his spine.

“Father, father emperor.”

As soon as Zhao An thought about it, he knew that Jiang Fu must have told his father about the bet. He opened his mouth and was about to defend himself, but he saw the man before the big case of Qingyu stretch out his hand, and the pen in his hand was facing toward him. He hit it.

After all, the pen failed to hit Zhao An, but it landed on the bright and clean marble floor, and the black ink fell one after another on the floor.

Zhao An knelt down with a plop, and crawled forward in a hurry: “Father, father, you can’t just listen to this woman’s side, you listen to my son!”

How could Zhao Heng still want to listen to him? If he could speak at this moment, he would definitely scold Zhao An bloody, and then someone would pull him out immediately.

How could he give birth to such a disappointing son? It really embarrassed his Zhao family.

The dignified prince actually did such a thing for money.

No matter how bad he was in the past, he never relied on a woman!

Seeing that Zhao Heng’s face was getting worse and worse, Zhao An immediately speeded up and climbed to the front of the Qingyu case. His clothes were also stained with ink spots on the ground. He kowtowed and said, “Father, listen to my explanation!”

“Not what she said, definitely not what she said!”

Zhao Heng squinted at him, wanting to see what he could say.

Jiang Yingxiu put down the things in her hands, retreated to Zhao Heng, and said to Zhao An, “Your Highness, you are a prince, how can you receive so much money from others…”

Jiang Fu and Jiuqu were sitting at the side, watching quietly, when Jiuqu suddenly leaned over and whispered, “See, he’s full of energy.”

Jiang Fu nodded lightly, “Yes, it’s even darker.”