Yue Mingxuan ground his teeth. "What exactly do you want?"
"Nothing much. Wherever you're going, just take me along."
Shang Qinghua stood there gracefully.
If the timing were different, he might truly resemble a banished immortal descended to the mortal world.
But at this moment, in Yue Mingxuan's eyes, he looked more like the embodiment of a malicious ghost.
"You!" Yue Mingxuan almost raised his voice to scold him, but then he remembered Shang Qinghua's earlier words.
He personally did not care much about reputation, but if people found out that he had secretly met Prince Shang in the middle of the night, those people who still harbored feelings for Shang Qinghua would surely devour him alive.
Everyone knew how terrifying jealous people could be.
It was enough to drive a person mad.
Yue Mingxuan was already overwhelmed as it was, he had no desire to invite even more trouble upon himself.
"Fine then, as long as you dare to go," Yue Mingxuan finally said.
