After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 636 Provocation

Returning to the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, Nie Yao had her maid following her and said, "Miss, could it be that Prince NanAn hasn’t really found the jade pendant because he actually wants to marry you?"

"I don’t believe it!" Nie Yao said.

The maid replied, "I think it’s quite possible."

"Prince NanAn loves face, he previously mentioned that he’d dissolve the engagement if he found the jade pendant. If he told others that he found it, it’d be quite embarrassing."

"He can only pretend he didn’t find it."

No matter what the maid said, Nie Yao wouldn’t believe it.

They never liked each other.

Like her?

Only if Prince NanAn’s head has been kicked by a donkey.

The gift ceremony was about to happen soon, and Nie Yao was anxious.

She went to find Marquis Yangnan, shaking his arm, "Grandfather, the shoes Princess Fu Yun made for Mr. Su have come undone, but Mr. Su still wore them."

"The shoes I made, Prince NanAn showed disdain. He doesn’t like Yaoyao at all, please help me dissolve the engagement."

Thinking about Su Chong’s undone shoes, Marquis Yangnan couldn’t help but smile, "Making Prince NanAn wear those shoes would be quite forcible for him."

"You want me to get married, isn’t that also forceful on me, grandfather?"

"If he doesn’t wear them, I won’t marry!"

Nie Yao turned her face away.

From what she knew of Prince NanAn, making him wear those shoes would undoubtedly infuriate him.

He might even throw the shoes in front of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion.

Marquis Yangnan looked at Nie Yao, "If Prince NanAn wears them, you’ll stop making trouble in the future?"

Nie Yao nodded heavily.

Marquis Yangnan stroked his beard and laughed.

Prince NanAn envied Su Chong for having shoes made by Princess Fu Yun, so Nie Yao made some for him.

So, Nie Yao could also envy Princess Fu Yun for making such bad shoes that Mr. Su still gave face and wore them out.

When Marquis Yangnan relayed the message to Prince NanAn, Prince NanAn found it quite troublesome.

The shoes were requested by his son specifically, and the sturdier the better, and those two pairs were unarguably sturdy.

It was a pit that his son had dug by himself, and he had to sit in it.

Two days later in the evening, Prince NanAn returned to the mansion, and Princess NanAn had someone bring the shoes to him.

Prince NanAn found them an eyesore, "Why haven’t these shoes been thrown out yet?"

Princess NanAn glared at him, "Didn’t you envy Mr. Su for having shoes made by Princess Fu Yun, and insisted on having some too?"

"That young lady made some for you too, how come you haven’t worn them?"

Prince NanAn, "...."

He looked at Princess NanAn, "Mother, you are my own mother, how am I supposed to wear these shoes?"

"Weren’t you the one who wanted them to be extra sturdy?" Princess NanAn asked.

"...."

"But I didn’t want them to be this sturdy," Prince NanAn mumbled.

"That’s because the young lady follows instructions," Princess NanAn said.

".... Follows instructions?"

"Mother, are you sure she’s not just trying to argue with me?" Prince NanAn felt like his own mother was out of her senses.

Being so protective of an outsider was very abnormal.

Prince NanAn approached Princess NanAn suspiciously, "Mother, have you been impersonated?"

Princess NanAn glared at him with both eyes.

"Tomorrow is the day of the engagement gift ceremony, you lost the betrothal jade pendant due to negligence, wearing these shoes is a form of apology," Princess NanAn said without hesitation.

Apologize?

Not possible.

To Prince NanAn, only breaking off the engagement was satisfactory.

Prince NanAn was adamant about not wearing them.

Princess NanAn, knowing her son well, found it harder than climbing the sky to make him willingly wear the shoes.

She had to use the reverse psychology tactic.

Princess NanAn looked at Prince NanAn and said, "Do you know what people are saying about you behind your back?"

Prince NanAn frowned.

The maid beside Princess NanAn said, "In the Beauty Pavilion, those noble ladies kept saying that the Commandery Prince can’t compare to Mr. Su in generosity. Mr. Su even wore the shoes that Princess Fu Yun made, which had come undone, to the banquet, while the Commandery Prince refused to wear the shoes made by his fiancée. Madam couldn’t help but feel embarrassed after hearing it."

One must admit, a mother knows her son well.

Prince NanAn angrily exclaimed, "Who says I can’t compare to Mr. Su?!"

"How do you compare?" Princess NanAn asked.

"...."

Prince NanAn couldn’t think of an example of how he surpassed Su Chong after thinking for a long time.

In strategy, he couldn’t surpass Su Chong.

In martial arts, he couldn’t either.

In looks, Su Chong was not inferior to him.

Princess NanAn just watched him like that.

In the end, Prince NanAn pointed to the box and said, "At least the shoes my fiancée made are sturdier than his fiancée’s!"

Princess NanAn, "...."

Princess NanAn’s face was filled with black lines.

Her son really was shameless.

In thick skin, Mr. Su absolutely couldn’t compare.

The maids around couldn’t help but cover their mouths and giggle.

Prince NanAn realized and squatted down, staring blankly at the sky.

He had no choice but to wear the shoes, whether he wanted to or not.

Leaving the main courtyard, Prince NanAn looked as if life was worse than death.

Why did he have to come back?

He was doing quite well at Marquis Mansion, so why did he make such an unwise decision to return?

This family was no longer his; even his parents had been possessed by that unknown height and plumpness fiancée!

The servant was holding the copper boots and followed behind, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

These shoes were indeed heavy.

One couldn’t deny Prince NanAn’s unlucky streak.

Originally, there was an option between two pairs of shoes.

But the iron shoes were too heavy and didn’t fit well, making them impossible to wear, so he had no choice but to opt for these copper boots.

The design of the copper boots was ingenious, being partly adjustable, making them still wearable.

Prince NanAn turned back to glance at the copper boots a few times, with a terrible expression that words failed to describe.

"Help me figure out a way not to wear them," Prince NanAn said.

"I’m certain there isn’t a way," the servant replied.

Prince NanAn turned to hit him.

The servant quickly said, "Please calm down, Your Highness!"

"How about I have the embroidery room make you a pair of exquisite slipcovers overnight, at least so outsiders won’t know these are copper boots?"

"...."

"This is self-deception!" Prince NanAn exclaimed angrily.

"Well, would you like them, Your Highness?" the servant asked obsequiously.

"Hurry up and go!"

"...."

To wear copper boots out of the house, he couldn’t afford to lose face like that.

The next day, Prince NanAn went out wearing the remedied copper boots.

Hmm.

Normally, it only took a quarter of an hour to leave from his courtyard to the mansion gate, but today it took a full half-hour.

And his walking posture was extremely ugly.

From a distance, it looked as if he had squatted in a latrine for two hours and came out with numb legs.

Standing at the gate, Prince NanAn turned around to look.

No one came to stop him.

His heart felt cold and chilly.

Was his dignity, as the Commandery Prince of the Prince Mansion, so worthless?

"Milord, your horse has been brought," the servant said sympathetically.

Prince NanAn cursed, "How am I supposed to ride a horse with my foot stuck in the stirrup?!"

"Don’t worry, Milord, I’ve compared, it can still fit," the servant replied.

"...."

Prince NanAn clutched the folded fan tightly in his hand.

If it weren’t for his limited mobility, he would’ve given them a good beating.

Just like that, Prince NanAn went out wearing the copper boots.