As she approached Mu Qingya, her cold aura grew heavier with strong oppression.
Mu Qingya was afraid to the point that she could not even say a word as shock filled her gaze.
As if a hand was around her neck, she felt very uncomfortable that she almost suffocated...
Mu Qingya's face was pale, and she could not help but take a few steps back. Her body trembled, and the panic in her eyes was so obvious.
"Do you think... You are worthy for me to frame you?"
She raised her hand and pulled Mu Qingya up. A cold smile grew on her face as her eyes darkened.
"Qingya!"
Princess Qingluo looked at the Ninth Emperor and screamed angrily. "You! Let go of Qingya. Let go of her immediately! Someone, go and kill her. Kill her for me!"
Mu Yi's body trembled. He still trusted Qingya more than Little Nine.
Qingya could not possibly do something like poisoning and framing others.
