Your Royal Highness, Please Don't Be Mad (3)

Watching from behind while the crown prince took Feng Wu away, Mu Yaoyao felt a tinge of jealousy while she also rejoiced at Feng Wu's predicament.

There was a tiny voice in her head, saying that she wished she was the one in the crown prince's grip…

Mu Yaoyao snorted. "Feng Wu is going to die, isn't she?"

Gongsun Qing smirked. "I don't think she's coming back."

The other girls around them all had expectant looks in their eyes as well.

At the same moment, Feng Wu —

"Put me down! Jun Linyuan, hands off me!" Feng Wu felt so humiliated.

Kicking her legs, she tried to free herself from Jun Linyuan's grip, but the reality was that all her efforts were futile.

"I'm not a chicken, don't manhandle me! Jun Linyuan! Put me down now or I'm going to be very mad!" Feng Wu seethed with anger.

The next second, Jun Linyuan snorted and tossed Feng Wu onto a nearby haystack.

Thump.

"Ouch —"