It's Not Like You're Going to Marry Little Feng Wu

"Yes, of course —"

Xuan Yi nodded in a hurry. "Of course Your Royal Highness doesn't have to ask for anybody's permission, but… little Feng Wu was worried about Yu Mingye after you pushed him in." Your Royal Highness, you're practically pushing Feng Wu into Yu Mingye's arms.

Staring at Xuan Yi, Jun Linyuan said arrogantly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"What?"

"Why should I care what little Feng Wu thinks about Yu Mingye?!"

Xuan Yi was speechless. Would Your Royal Highness look like this, like you've lost your wits, if you really didn't care? You obviously care a lot!

"Do you think that I, the crown prince of the empire, would be distracted by a mere Feng Wu?"

Xuan Yi shook his head repeatedly. "No, of course not."

"I can kill that stupid girl whenever I want to!"

Xuan Yi said, "Yes, of course."