Ex-Wife Too Hard To Woo

This man, whom Rachel had met, was the Prince of Great Wei, Harrison.

It was the man her father wanted her to marry.

It was at the beginning of this year that Rachel met Harrison. At that time, she happened to be dressed as a man and from afar, she heard many people shouting, “Look, this is the legendary prince of Great Wei.

Rachel also joined the countless curious people, craning her neck and glancing towards the man sitting on the sweat-blooded horse.

One look and never want to look again.

It is not that Harrison looks ugly, on the contrary, he is considered handsome, it is just that, the look in his eyes makes people feel particularly uncomfortable.

His eyes gave the impression of a poisonous snake. Obviously, he was far away from you, but when you were suddenly swept by his eyes like that, you still had the feeling of being bitten by a poisonous snake.

In short, it was the feeling he gave her, not like a nice person.

In her life, Rachel loves a gentleman who is open and honest, and what she hates most is a villain with a sinister face. Therefore, when her father asked her to go to Great Wei to make peace and be Harrison’s prince consort, and she objected in vain, she simply packed her bag and left.

She didn’t expect to see this man behind the rockery today.

Rachel’s heart beat uneasily, but when she thought that Harrison was the one who hadn’t met her, and that her current status, as Sethaden’s soon-to-be wife, her heart, in an instant, fell back to where it was.

Just pretend she didn’t see him.

For someone she hated, Rachel didn’t even bother to exchange pleasantries with him, she didn’t even look at him, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Just as she took a step, Harrison’s voice, which carried a distinctly unkind tone, rang out behind her, “Princess Rachel, how have you been?”

Rachel’s heart thumped, she really didn’t expect that Harrison recognized her!

“Your Royal Highness, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Rachel, the eldest princess of Pingliang, my destined prince consort, what do you think I am talking about?!”

As Harrison said that, he took a step in front of Rachel, the evil smile on his face getting heavier and heavier, he was almost on top of her, still taking a step forward.

Rachel hated the feeling of a poisonous snake approaching, and she quickly backed up, trying to keep some distance from Harrison.

Harrison was faster than she was, he pressed her shoulder with one hand and pulled her into his arms with a violent tug with the other.

“Princess Rachel, I didn’t expect you to be so eager to throw yourself to me, it seems that I will have to report to my father and marry you soon!”

“Let go of me!”

Rachel tried to break Harrison’s grip with force, but he was obviously very good, and she had already exerted almost all her strength, but she was still held in his grip.

“Your Royal Highness, please behave yourself! I don’t even know what you are talking about! I’m not some eldest princess, I’m the soon-to-be-wife of the General Sethaden!”

“General Sethaden?”

Harrison’s voice was tinged with obvious malice, especially when he was pronouncing Sethaden’s name.

“Sethaden is not worthy of snatching you from me!”

Harrison hates Sethaden and has hated him since he was a child.

Harrison is gifted and quick-witted, but in this world, the most fearful thing is competing.

He was the best of all the princes, but when compared to Sethaden, all his talents were worthless.

As a child, he and Sethaden were taught together by a teacher, who would praise Sethaden as a gifted student and his most admired pupil.

But to him, the teacher only hindered his status, and when asked by Emperor Casey, he said, “His Highness is excellent since, it has improved his writing again.”

He had never, ever seen in his teacher’s eyes that glow of heartfelt appreciation when his teacher looked at Sethaden.

He can’t match Sethaden in literature, but in martial arts, he will overpower him.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He desperately practised martial arts, wanting to go into battle and kill the enemy, and to achieve great military success for the Great Wei.

But when he fought with Sethaden, he was no longer able to fight back after three moves.

He tried hard to prove himself on the battlefield. When the small state of Xirong burned and killed the people of Great Wei on the border, he volunteered to go to war when he was sixteen years old.

The Emperor of Wei was overjoyed, except that he had led 100, 000 elite troops and lost a few men before he could barely drive a small army of Xirong out of the frontier.

The Emperor of Wei commended him, but he was not at all happy, for, having lost most of his troops and expelled a small army of Xirong, it was not really a glorious victory.

At the age of 14, Sethaden led a raid on the 50, 000 soldiers of Dongwu, who had repeatedly attacked Wei, and he killed almost all of them.

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he had to say that he couldn’t even match Sethaden in terms of civil and military tactics.

If it was just a matter of not being able to match Sethaden, he would have put up with it.

After all, he will be the ruler of a country in the future, and no matter how capable Sethaden is, he will only be a minister under him.

But, the girl he had his heart set on, wad the one Sethaden liked, and she would rather give up the honor of the Eldest Princess and refuse to be his wife.

Everyone thought that the marriage between the Princess of Pingliang and him was a political alliance.

Only he knows in his own mind that this is not the case.

He likes her.

When he was eight and Rachel was six, she came to Great Wei once with Emperor Pingliang.

On that day, it was spring and the city was full of peach blossoms, he was in a state of decay, sitting outside the palace under a peach blossom tree, weeping with a snotty nose and a tear, with no dignity.

His beloved mother was gone, and he had fallen behind again to Sethaden in the monthly test given to them by the teacher.

His father praised Sethaden as being astonishingly talented, but said that his writing was, well, dull and insipid.

Criticised by his father, whom he had always revered, for being useless, he missed his mother even more when he thought of his defeat at the hands of Sethaden time and again.

He shook off the palace guards and slipped quietly out of the palace, crying uncontrollably like a silly child under the peach blossom tree that he and his mother had planted together.

He was made a prince at birth, a man of honor, but he was also a child, who wanted to be loved and approved of.

In the past, when he was defeated, he still had his gentle and loving mother by his side to comfort him, but she was gone and she would never return, and there was nothing but gloom in his life.

Silver bells ringing and light laughter intoxicating, Harrison, eight years old, slowly lifted his face as he looked at girl in a pink palace gown, holding a candy cane in her hand, standing in front of him with a light smile.