Ye Yiheng just squeezed Leng Yu Yan's hand, saying nothing.
Leng Yu Yan struggled for a moment, but in vain, and had to let him squeeze.
Ji Qingyu's matter cannot be blamed on her.
At this time, Ye Yiheng spoke: "Western Desert people are cunning right here, abroad, they unite various countries as much as possible, and internally, they infiltrate the Tiancheng court, even the Imperial Relatives have been united by them."
"In this way, we are indeed facing a tough battle ahead." Baili Zhengrong nodded, "But sister and brother-in-law don't need to worry too much, maybe they're just some clowns."
Ye Yiheng said slowly, "Cannot help but worry, Ye Yong can 'rise from the dead,' all thanks to this West Desert Princess scheming behind the scenes. Leng Yi's death, the war back then, all demonstrate the difficulty we are about to face."
Leng Yu Yan quietly withdrew her hand from Ye Yiheng's palm: "Let's hurry and dine."
Baili Zhengrong took his seat, picking up chopsticks.
