341. Blood-Stained Golden Hairpin
Mo Xiuyao was not one to raise his voice in anger. Perhaps due to his temperament, however, his voice always carried a hint of icy indifference. So, when he truly set his face sternly, even a casual word could send a chill of murderous intent down one's spine.
The woman standing beside Lei Zhenting suddenly raised her head, looking astonished at the snow-haired man above. Apparently, she had not expected Mo Xiuyao to reject her so bluntly. She knew that while the successor of Cangmang Mountain entered the world only every sixty years, the significance she represented—as well as the complex relationships between Cangmang Mountain and various countries over hundreds of years—meant that everyone had to treat her cautiously. Lei Zhenting's proposal to offer her as a gift in public had already irritated her, but she also knew he was not lying. She had arrived one step too late; Prince Ding already had a Princess Consort Ding by his side.
