An Eight-year-old Princess novel Chapter 117

Prince Jing held Yun Shang and looked back. When he saw the girls behind Wang Jinhuan, he satirized with wrinkled brows, "You are really a playboy. I left about half an hour ago and you've already made so many female friends."

Wang Jinhuan looked up, smoothed his hair and said happily, "Hey, you left so long ago that I felt bored. When I saw Wen Qingzhu, the third son of the Deputy Minister of Revenue, I invited him. But I didn't expect that he would come here with his sisters. I can't back out."

'Wen Qingzhu? Does that mean that cold girl is here too?' In the distance Yun Shang saw the girl she was thinking about. She was leaning against a tree and looking at them. Her smile was one of ridicule.

'She is indeed a rose with thorns.'

"Your Highness." The girls behind Wang Jinhuan all greeted Prince Jing with shy smiles. Prince Jing nodded indifferently and ordered, "This is Princess Hui Guo. You should also greet her."

Many of the girls had already sneaked a surreptitious glance at Yun Shang and guessed her identity. Hearing the introduction, they greeted her with surprise, "Your Highness."

Yun Shang nodded and said, "It is a festival today. I came here for fun. Relax and behave yourselves."

Prince Jing turned, smiled at Yun Shang and asked, "I made you a kite. The servants will bring it here soon. Tell me whether you like it or not when you see it."

'A kite? No, I would be nearing 40 now if I hadn't been reborn. I am too old to fly a kite.' Yun Shang was nervous as she thought in her mind.

Shaking her head, she replied, "I am weak, so…" When Yun Shang saw Wang Jinhuan smirking, she added with a smile, "It would be great if Wang Jinhuan flew the kite. I saw him flying kites for others. It seems that he is good at it. I can't fly it myself, but I'll enjoy watching him fly it."

Prince Jing laughed and said, "As you wish. I will order him to fly it."

Prince Jing was never seen laughing so happily without restraint. The onlookers couldn't take their eyes off him. After a long time, Wang Jinhuan asked, "Why me? Can't Luo Qingyan fly a kite?"

'Prince Jing?' Yun Shang thought. She turned to check Prince Jing and finally shook her head, explaining, "No, he can't. It's ridiculous for an old man like him to run here and there with a kite."

Wang Jinhuan imagined the scene of Prince Jing flying a kite and felt weird. He coughed and then shouted, "Girls, let's fly kites!"

After the girls left with Wang Jinhuan, Prince Jing moved closer to Yun Shang's ear and enquired, "Yun Shang, do you mind my age?"

Yun Shang furrowed her eyebrows but didn't answer.

"Your Highness." A man standing behind the royals spoke. He greeted both Prince Jing and Princess Hui Guo.

Yun Shang and Prince Jing turned around and saw a man dressed in black. He had rosy lips and pretty white teeth. He seemed to be from a noble family. As per Wang Jinhuan, this man should be Wen Qingzhu.

Prince Jing nodded and said, "I heard you are getting married in a few days. Congratulations."

Wen Qingzhu didn't expect Prince Jing would speak about his marriage. He answered gratefully, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Prince Jing was unaware of the man's reply because he was busy talking to Yun Shang, "Let's go up the hill. We can watch them fly kites from there. I will ask servants to put a carpet on the ground. It would be comfortable if you'd like to rest."