Fu Yu's face took on a ghastly expression. His cold gaze was locked onto Fu Qingjiu who had fallen to the ground. When he looked up again, his cold gaze was even more piercing.
"Murong Yang, what do you mean?"
Murong Yang put on a sober face, no longer as rakish as he was before.
"The young master that Princess Qingjiu brought back to the palace is married. His wife and children are here to look for him, but Her Highness does not want to let him go. If the people out there know this, I am afraid it would ruin the reputation of Haitian Kingdom."
At this time, the crowd was abuzz with chatter. Everyone was shocked—eunuchs, servants, or even children of the officials— after hearing Murong Yang's words.
'Fu Qingjiu stole someone else's husband?'
'Is that real?'
'Her Highness has always held herself with a noble bearing. Why would she do this?'
'She doesn't need to do this.'
