Chapter 260 Prince Jin’s Residence (11)

"Nangong Liuyun, we need to settle this account." Su Luo gritted her teeth, a trace of anger appearing on her face.

After asking the servants, she knew Nangong Liuyun was in the dining hall, so Su Luo walked straight there.

Nangong Liuyun saw Su Luo, a wicked smile on his lips, waving briskly: "Little Luo Luo, come here quickly. Arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time; you've come at just the right moment."

Su Luo stood before him and glanced at him lightly.

Nangong Liuyun seemed oblivious to Su Luo's anger, happily pulling her, pressing her into a sandalwood chair, and telling the respectfully standing servants: "My little Luo Luo is hungry, why haven't you served the food yet?"

Facing Nangong Liuyun's enthusiasm, Su Luo was speechless.

This man was truly strange. Earlier in the bathroom, he had glared at her, they parted on bad terms, and he looked dejected, but now he acted as if none of that had happened.

The servants standing to the side looked at their Your Highness in disbelief, the bewilderment in their eyes so obvious that they almost didn't hear Nangong Liuyun's order.

"Why haven't you gone yet?" Nangong Liuyun's voice was cold and calm, but carried an authoritative, awe-inspiring power.

The servants looked at each other, terrified, and hurriedly retreated to serve the food.

It was no wonder they were so uncomposed; after all, they had served His Highness at Prince Jin's Residence for over a decade and had never seen him be so enthusiastic towards someone, enthusiastic to the point of being obsequious.

And it was towards a woman, no less.

Prince Jin's Residence was strictly off-limits to women; even the Princess only dared to wait at the entrance and didn't dare take a step inside, but… now they were watching with their own eyes a young lady sitting at the same table as His Highness, and His Highness was actually, actually coaxing her!

Was this still their Prince Jin, noble as a deity from the Nine Heavens?

Su Luo didn't know about her special treatment at Prince Jin's Residence, nor did she know that those servants looked at her like they were looking at a deity; she only felt she was about to be angered to death by Nangong Liuyun.

What was wrong with this man? Why did he keep piling food into her bowl?

"Alright, alright, hurry up and eat your own food. My bowl is almost piled into a little mountain." Su Luo helplessly protected the bowl in front of her, glaring angrily at Nangong Liuyun, "Nangong Liuyun, are you trying to fatten me to death?"

The circle of servants standing to the side all gasped… Was this young lady crazy? How dare she speak to His Highness like that?

They closed their eyes in sympathy, anticipating that the dining table would surely become Hell, filled with blood…

Because His Highness would absolutely, absolutely not tolerate anyone berating him.

They remembered last time in the imperial palace, the Third Miss of the An Marquis Residence, because she admired His Highness, spoke one extra sentence in front of him while he was dining; that poor young lady was directly slapped away, vomited blood on the spot, and had to nurse her internal injuries for three whole months.

However, what made all of them drop their jaws was—

The Prince Jin, who in their eyes was as cold and ruthless as a demon from Hell, he, he was actually smiling wickedly and charmingly, and he, he actually leaned closer to the young lady, his slender, fair hand lifting her delicate, smooth chin, his eyes filled with intoxicating tenderness, looking at her with seductive, alluring gazes.

Seductive, alluring gazes… Although using this idiom to describe His Highness felt strange, in fact, no other phrase was more suitable.