"Are you sure it is only a painting?"
The Ninth Emperor walked toward Mu Yi with a smile. Her smile was a little cold, sending a chill down people's spine.
Mu Yi panicked even more. He tried to calm the panic inside, but his face was still pale.
'Impossible. Little Nine can't know about that…'
"Back then, my mother was pregnant with me and was seriously injured and lost her memory. You took her just because you saw her beauty."
Mu Yi's eyes filled up with panic as he clenched his fists harder, and his heart trembled more.
"Little Nine, I don't know what you are talking about. You are my daughter, no doubt. You can't say these just because you don't want to save Qingya..."
His gaze was filled with grief and also some disappointment as if Little Nine did not want to save Mu Qingya before dissociating herself from him.
But...
Little Nine was the only hope. He wanted to hold on to her tightly, and it was impossible to let her go.
