Ye Yiheng patted Baili Zhengrong on the head, his voice like a gust of cold wind.
"You must have forgotten," he said, "when Leng Yu Yan saved you, had I resolutely refused her aid, could you have stayed by her side?"
"I care not for your true identity; so long as you are a servant of Prince Zhenbei Mansion or the Eastern Palace, then you are a servant for life!"
"Being a servant, how dare to covet your female master?"
Baili Zhengrong struggled, kicking wildly, but since Mo Chen Ruofeng had lifted him up high, his tiptoes couldn't even touch the ground. This embarrassing situation made him cry out in desperation, "She's my sister! Since she has come to Nandian, she is a Nandian person. From now on, I will not allow you to bully her!"
Ye Yiheng casually threw out a sentence that silenced Baili Zhengrong.
"She is my wife; what I do needs no questioning by you."
Baili Zhengrong glared with furious eyes: "You!"
