"Sweetheart, I missed you. Why don't you come to see me?"
Saying this, the young man felt somewhat aggrieved, his innocent and seductive eyes making it hard for others to resist. Unconsciously, Mu Ruyue was doubtful—was his intelligence really stuck at a child's level?
Why did she feel this guy was a cunning fox?
"It seems like you two are getting along quite well."
A low chuckle interrupted from the side.
Then Ye Yihua could be seen waving a folding fan, walking briskly towards Mu Ruyue. His handsome face bore a fake smile as his charming eyes swept past Ye Wuchen, landing on Mu Ruyue.
"You're already this close before getting married. It seems Lady Mu is quite a free-spirited person."
The meaning behind his words was obvious. Such intimacy before marriage—isn't that loose behavior?
Thinking of this, he turned his eyes and smiled, his captivating eyes teeming with suggestion, saying, "It's just a pity that this idiot understands nothing. If Lady Mu needs a man, this Prince will be waiting for you in the Hua Royal Mansion. I assure you, Lady Mu, you won't be disappointed."
Mu Ruyue's gaze turned cold, her entire being radiating an icy chill as she watched Ye Yihua's departing figure, curling her lips in mockery.
"Prince, you've said such things multiple times, seemingly forgetting what I once told you. Since you insist on inviting me, I might as well go."
At this point, her tone paused, the coldness in her eyes growing more intense, piercing into his heart.
"That is, if you're not afraid of me tearing down your Hua Royal Mansion."
Hearing this, Ye Yihua didn't get angry. His eyes sparkled with interest: "Then I'll await Lady Mu to come and tear down my mansion. Ha ha."
Leaving that laugh behind, he glanced at neither of them again before walking away.
This woman from the Mu Family was indeed interesting. If she weren't a waste, he would've asked the Emperor to decree her marriage to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn't abandon his splendid future for a woman.
"Let's go," Mu Ruyue turned to Ye Wuchen, only to see him staring blankly in the direction of Ye Yihua's departure.
Hearing Mu Ruyue's voice, Ye Wuchen came back to his senses and shook his head: "Sweetheart, I am going back to the mansion."
"Alright, you go ahead. I'll come find you in a few days."
The duel was about to begin. Mu Ruyue hurriedly left a few words and dashed towards the dueling ground. Only after her figure disappeared did Ye Wuchen walk in the opposite direction.
Because of this rare duel tournament, practically everyone in Feng City had gone to watch the excitement.
At this time, in an empty alley, Ye Yihua had just turned a corner when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
The person wore a moon-white robe lined with gold and silver, a dazzling silver mask covering their face, and their dark eyes fixed on Ye Yihua, with a faint mocking arc on his beautifully shaped lips.
Ye Yihua frowned: "Who are you, may I ask, and why are you blocking my way?"
He had always made friends broadly with heroes and didn't have any enemies. So who was this person?
Bam!
The man answered with action—kicking Ye Yihua hard in the stomach, flipping him onto the ground, and then lifting him up for a brutal beating.
Ye Yihua was quite strong, but it seemed all his Elemental Power was being suppressed by this man, making him completely unable to fight back.
The final punch landed on his nose, causing blood to gush out. The man, satisfied, looked at Ye Yihua, now beaten black and blue, and with a loud thud, threw him onto the ground, adding a few more kicks for good measure.
"Remember, not all women are for you to covet."