The Third Princess’s Daily Face-Slapping

“Miss, you really won’t marry the Third Prince?” Chun Tao asked. “I won’t. Once you enter the palace, you’re as good as buried. I wouldn’t do something that could get me killed even if you beat me to death,” Yao Junning declared firmly. “The Third Prince is brilliant in both letters and warfare, skilled in everything, and the handsomest man in the capital!” “Can I eat handsome?” Yao Junning asked disdainfully. Chun Tao shook her head, looking utterly innocent... “I hear you care nothing for power and refuse to marry me because of my looks?” the Third Prince asked. “Those rumors are all false, Your Highness. I’ve been longing for you so much. When are we going to exchange wedding vows?” Yao Junning asked, shamelessly sidling up to him. The Third Prince raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of flirtatious laughter. “I knew you’d come around.” Yao Junning gazed at him with sparkling eyes. “How could I resist a man as handsome as you? Hurry up and get ready. Let’s go consummate our marriage.”