Seeing that the Ninth Emperor was still asking, Di Ming turned and looked at the lake not far away, silent.
The breeze brushed the man's handsome face. He stood with one hand on his back, smiling helplessly.
"I can't tell you."
He had made a promise.
The Ninth Emperor sneered. "What if I want to know?"
Di Ming looked sideways at the Ninth Emperor calmly.
The affection in his eyes was impossible to conceal.
"I'm sorry... I can't tell you."
This was what he promised to that person. So no matter how Little Nine misunderstood him or how she pursued the matter, he would not say a word.
If he did not keep his promise, he was not qualified to guard Little Nine.
"Little Nine, no matter what, I have to say sorry to you. I was the one who let Mu Qingya go in the first place."
Mu Qingya knew this about him from somewhere, so much so that she threatened him with this matter.
