Di Ming left after saying these.
He did not look at Mu Qingya again.
Mu Qingya sighed in relief. Her body was a little weak, and she fell to the ground. Her face was pale.
No one knew how stressed she was when threatening Di Ming.
Was it possible that the only person in this world who could make Di Ming treat her gently was Little Nine?
Mu Qingya lowered her gaze, hiding the coldness under her eyes, but it disappeared quickly. She stood up again from the ground and walked to the backyard.
From a distance, she saw Princess Qingluo, who was waiting for her.
Princess Qingluo's eyes lit up. She hurried toward her.
"How did it go?"
Mu Qingya smiled and nodded. "Mother, Master Di said that he would talk to the guards guarding the door. He said that all is well, and we will be able to go out."
Qingluo seemed even more delighted.
Even Mu Yi on the side was quietly relieved.
