崔嘁被她噎得一滞，脸黑得能滴出墨来。“你有意思？王妃，您是没尝过饿晕的感觉吧？”他声音里带着压抑的火气，手却没停，正给旁边一匹枣红马刷毛。

李微澜 him by the arm. "Let's go. The banquet starts soon." she said impatiently. She had been dragged around for too long and her patience was wearing thin. 崔嘁 snorted, then gave in. "Fine, but next time you sneak out, I'm turning you over to the guards myself."

Lì Wéilán sneered, "Go ahead, tell them I was riding my horse freely. Who will believe you?" He ignored her and led the way back to the palace. As they passed through a corner, he suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her into an alleyway. Lì Wéilán struggled, but he held her firmly. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "I need to teach you a lesson," he growled. "You can't just run around like you own the place."

He started to drag her, but she twisted free. "Stop! You're going to make a scene," she warned. He chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "Am I? Let's see." He grabbed her and lifted her onto his shoulder, carrying her bridal style through the alleyway.