Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce

Chapter 540 - That’s Impossible! (1)



Chapter 540 That’s Impossible! (1)

Gong Yimo froze. Then, she smiled. “How is that possible?”

Even though Jin Yun is very attentive and beautiful, he was just like the big brother next door. But God knows when she was in Yuheng those years, he didn’t even touch her hand. Jin Yun is a proper gentleman and had never overstepped his boundaries with her.

Why did Gong Jue suddenly bring this up?

When he heard Gong Yimo answer without any hesitation, Gong Jue couldn’t help but laugh. Unlike that aggressive and threatening smile from earlier, his smile now was like a breeze in the night, filled with a trace of joy and affection.

Under the gentle, he gently twirled his fingers on Gong Yimo’s palm and whispered.

“Jin Yun says he likes you, and that he wants to marry you.”

“That’s impossible!”

Gong Yimo said this without even thinking. After all, she had asked Jin Yun that same question again and again back then, and he always denied it, so that was why she could rest assured and treat him as a big brother.

Gong Jue raised a brow.

“Father almost agreed to it just now. Imperial Sister…If you find that your closeness with Jin Yun impedes you from refusing him, I am very willing to take over.”

He was serious when he said this. If Gong Yimo did not like others disregarding her wishes and interfering with her affairs, then he would really drive Jin Yun back to Yuheng immediately so that he can never see her again!

Laughing, Gong Yimo quickly waved her hands. “You must have heard wrong…” But from the cold look in Gong Jue’s eyes, he didn’t seem to be playing around. Gulping, she said, “You…Don’t interfere with this, I can deal with it myself.”

Gong Jue narrowed his eyes cheerfully. “You better.”

He really was very willing to do it for her, but as for what happens to Jin Yun and what feelings he return to Yuheng with if he does so, that wasn’t in his considerations.

Looking at how happily Gong Yimo and Gong Jue were chatting with each other, Gong Che almost crushed the wine cup in his hand. At this moment, he turned his head, seemingly having thought of something, and said to Gong Yimo.

“Mo’er, speaking of the Grand Canal enclosure ceremony, Father intends to have you be the Sacred Maiden of Heaven and pray for the world.”

Gong Yimo turned over when she heard those words. She was completely dumbfounded. “Can’t they just casually find another girl? Father has so many daughters, why does it have to be me…”

She held the crown on her head. Fortunately, she had long and dense hair, otherwise, she would have to wear a wig to be able to insert this many hairpins.

Gong Che seemed to understand what she was thinking just from the look on her face. His heart felt warm and he couldn’t help but laugh. “This is an honor! Other people can’t get the opportunity even if they beg for it. While you still want to push the opportunity away.”

Gong Yimo pouted. This is something she didn’t like about the ancient people. They want to make a ceremony out of everything and tell the whole world.

“You were the one who named the Grand Canal, so you are the most appropriate one for this task.”

Gong Che said, eyes filled with doting.

Gong Yimo nodded. “Fine, I just hope that Father can make things simpler in view of my ‘working through day and night’…”

She pursed her lips slightly. Because she knew that wasn’t possible at all!

Gong Jue did not say anything while listening to them, he only concentrated on playing with Gong Yimo’s fingers under the table.

If he wants to become Imperial Sister’s man, he can’t grab onto her too tightly. She would want to escape if he did, but he couldn’t hold on too loosely either, because she will go back to before and become a turtle shrinking her head into her shell.

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