After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Anyang suddenly felt bored.

He put down the box in his hand unhappily and picked up another one.

Take out the signature.

"Mountain darkly, vista."

This time, before Anyang could react, Ning Miao spoke first: "This is a good sign, with a twist of fate. It indicates that as long as Your Highness does not give up, there will definitely be a good result."

"is it?"

"Yes, when you reach the end of your rope, there is light at the end of the tunnel." Ning Miao said with certainty.

Anyang was very pleased with what he said, and his mood improved instantly: "Yes, there is nothing I cannot get that I want, as long as I persist..."

Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by Yan Mobai's cold voice: "Hurry up and choose your rouge. This is the rouge shop. If Your Highness wants to draw a fortune, you can go to Wenchun Temple."

After saying that, he glanced at Ning Miao with a deep look in his eyes: "Since you are so good at interpreting divinations, why don't you cut off your hair and become a nun?"

Anyang: “…”

Ning Miao: “…”

Perhaps because he saw that even his sister-in-law Ning Miao was being scolded, Anyang did not seem to be unhappy even though he was being criticized.

"Master Yan is really boring. Come on, pick out the rouge."

Anyang picked up a box and motioned to Ning Miao: "Help me pick one, too."

Ning Miao nodded respectfully: "Yes, the box in your hand has the scent of pomegranate flowers, and the color of the rouge is a dark red."

Then she picked up another box and said, "I think that since your Highness has skin as white as snow, this box is more suitable. This box is lighter in color, which goes with your fair skin, and it has the scent of peony, which also matches your noble temperament."

Anyang felt relieved after hearing this, so he put down the box in his hand and took her box.

He put it under his nose and sniffed it, then turned around and asked Yan Mobai: "What kind of scent does Lord Yan like?"

Yan Mobai's face was calm and his voice was light: "It doesn't matter what scent I like, it's Your Highness who bought the rouge."

How could Anyang not understand what he said?

The implication is that as long as she likes it, it's fine.

"But this princess thinks it is very important. Lord Yan, please tell us what kind of scent you like." Anyang stomped her feet and acted coquettishly.

A hint of impatience and coldness flashed across Yan Mobai's inky black eyes, but it was fleeting.

"I like Wuxiang." he said.

"Do you have any unscented ones?" Anyang turned around and asked Ning Miao.

"Your Highness, yes, we have." Ning Miao picked up one of the boxes and presented it respectfully with both hands.

Princess Anyang opened it and smelled it.

Turning back, he raised the box and placed it next to his face, and asked Yan Mobai, "Master Yan, what do you think of this color that suits me?"

"I don't understand these." Yan Mobai replied quickly.

Ning Miao had to admit that this guy was completely unromantic, even though the other party was a noble princess.

Will I die if I reply “Your Highness looks good in any color”?

Princess Anyang pouted in grievance and said unhappily: "You promised father that you would accompany me to buy rouge."

Ning Miao's eyes narrowed slightly.

It turned out that he was accompanying me by imperial order.

"Your Highness, I am here to accompany you shopping, not to help you choose." Yan Mobai's words seemed to be sincere, but in fact they were merciless.

At the end, he added: "Your Highness, please choose quickly. The Dali Temple still has official business to deal with."

Princess Anyang was completely embarrassed.

In front of so many outsiders, she is a princess of a country, she is a princess of a country!

Ning Miao saw her expression change, and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Your Highness the Princess is naturally beautiful, there is no need to be picky, any color will look good..."

Before she could finish her words, there was a crisp "slap" sound and Princess Anyang slapped her in the face.

"Is it your turn as an outsider to butt in on the matter between me and Lord Yan?"

Ning Miao was caught off guard, and the other party used brute force in anger, causing her head to be tilted.

It happened so suddenly that everyone was shocked.

Chunlan even exclaimed: "Madam..."

A burning pain came from her cheek. Ning Miao raised her hand to cover her face. She saw that Yan Mobai's usually flawless face finally had a slight change. She let her eyes turn red in an instant.

"What is your highness doing?" Yan Mobai's voice was as cold as ice hitting stone, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Anyang.

Anyang met his eyes as deep as a cold pond, and his breathing trembled for no reason, and fear crept out from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes...she was the one who talked too much, that's why I...did this!" Anyang said with his neck stiff.

Besides, she is a princess and she can beat and scold as she pleases. What's wrong with teaching a lowly person a lesson?

"First of all, this shop is hers. It's only natural for her to introduce her products to customers. Why should she be so nosy?"

"Secondly, it was His Highness who asked her to help choose. What's wrong with her expressing her own ideas?"

"Besides, between your highness, me, and her, it is not her turn to be an outsider. She is my sister-in-law."

Yan Mobai's face was as cold and clear as the moon, and his voice was calm and unhurried, neither slow nor fast, but every word was as sharp as a knife, piercing and intimidating.

Anyang was so confused that he couldn't say a word.

Her little face turned blue, then white, and finally red, especially because of his last sentence.

What does 'it's never her turn as an outsider' mean?

What this means is that she, the princess, is the outsider, right?

"I have something else to do in the Dali Temple, so I will not accompany you any longer. Your Highness, please take your time to choose."

Yan Mobai's eyes were cold, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and strode out with a resolute back.

Anyang didn't expect that he would just abandon her like this.

After all, it was done in accordance with the emperor's will, so how dare he?

"Yan Mobai!" Anyang screamed at his back, calling him by his name.

The tall and straight pine-like figure seemed to have heard nothing, his black clothes moved like ink, he walked away without stopping or turning his head.

Anyang was so angry that she swept the boxes of rouge in front of her to the ground.

Ning Miao covered his face and said nothing.

She no longer advised respectfully, nor did she recommend things out loud, nor did she pick up the rouge that had fallen on the ground.

He just stood there with red eyes, as if he had been dazed or suffered great injustice.

She didn't move, and no one else in the shop dared to move.

They all stood there like wooden men, their eyes looking at their noses and their noses looking at their hearts.

Anyang looked at them and became even angrier, but there was nothing he could do.

He wanted to beat someone up, but was afraid of Yan Mobai.

She only slapped his sister-in-law once. He had already done this, and if she touched his people again, it would only create a bigger rift between the two of them.

She wanted him to be her husband.

She had begged her father to grant her the marriage, but her father did not agree.

Her father said that according to the laws of the Great Zhao Kingdom, a son-in-law is not allowed to be an official or participate in politics. Yan Mobai is a man of both literary and military skills, has great ambitions for the country, and has a cold temper. He does not want to force him, nor does he want to lose such an important official.

Her father told her to fight for it herself. If she could make Yan Mobai willing to give up his official career for her and take the initiative to ask for an imperial decree to grant them marriage, he would agree.

There is no way, she can only rely on herself.

So he gritted his teeth and endured the urge to kill all the people in front of him.

"I won't buy it!"

She kicked the box of rouge at her feet far away and pretended to leave.

Ning Miao put down his hand covering his face and said coldly to her back: "Your Highness, if you leave like this, how can you repair your relationship with your second brother?"