Leng Yu Yan's heart panicked, unable to push him away, she could only cover his lips with her hand, glaring at him fiercely.
"Your Highness, please understand the situation. Right now, we're in Beilan City, and to put it bluntly, if something were to happen to you, the people from the capital wouldn't make it in time to investigate!"
Ye Yiheng narrowed his handsome eyes beneath the eye veil, his slender fingers grasping her wrist that covered his mouth, then once again leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "Commandery Princess, your words are mistaken. If I were indeed to meet with an accident in Beilan City, the old man would have an excuse to seize control of the Northern Garrison. With your wisdom, how could you let yourself make a losing deal?"
"You!" Leng Yu Yan pulled her hand back, seizing the opportunity to draw a silver needle from her sleeve pocket and smiled sweetly, "Would you like to give it a try?"
