As he was thinking, Feng Xuan suddenly noticed a cold gaze fixed on him, making him shiver. With righteous indignation, he said:
"My image is noble and invincible! The Princess must be joking!"
Nangong Mo let out an imperceptible cold snort, his gaze once again fixating on the wall in front of him, wondering how to deal with that impudent girl later.
Strangle? Throw her into the lake? Dig a pit and bury her? Or hang her up on a tree?
Just on the other side of the wall, Shen Weixi furrowed his brow, staring at Yun Ran with a thoughtful and worried expression.
"Yue'er, tell me the truth, did King Qin mistreat you over there?"
Yun Ran blinked gently, puzzled as to why Shen Weixi would ask such a question, "No, he's been quite good to me. I'm not lying to you."
Yet, in Shen Weixi's eyes, she appeared just like:
