Bab 417: Have You Become Muddle-Headed From Sleeping?

To be honest, he did not want to talk nicely to An Jiuyue either. But he had no choice; otherwise, he would not know what would happen to his arms.

"Miss An, I know I was wrong. Can you give me a chance to apologize?"

I'll admit my mistake for what happened that day, okay?

Fortunately, this was outside the Prince Zhan Yun Residence. Few people passed by, and he had dispatched his subordinates to stop them. Otherwise, he would be embarrassed. His father might even hear about it.

He had lost his face, but he did not want outsiders to know.

An Jiuyue shrugged and said innocently, "Your Highness, it's good that you know you're in the wrong. There's no need to tell me. I'm just a young woman. I can't care less."

Prince Sui secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It was fine as long as An Jiuyue relented.

"Miss An, about the antidote…"

He looked at An Jiuyue meaningfully, hoping she would give him the antidote.