In the dark night, Xiao Jiuyuan's face was even colder, and he stared at Xiao Yechen.
Xiao Yechen knew he made a mistake. He quickly changed his words, "Not the ninth imperial aunt, it's Miss Yun. Ha-Ha, ninth imperial uncle, please don't ask the emperor to award Miss Yun to me. "
"Speak nicely," Xiao Jiuyuan said, looking at the hand holding his arm.
This time, Xiao Yechen dared not talk much. He obediently let go of Xiao Jiuyuan's sleeves and followed Xiao Jiuyuan all the way out. While walking, Xiao Yechen asked carefully, "Ninth imperial uncle, where are we going now."
" To the palace. I want to ask my brother what's happening."
Xiao Jiuyuan's dark and cold voice sounded like a musical instrument. It was not only outstanding but also extremely pleasant.
Sitting on the ground without any strength, Yun Quanyu's face changed abruptly; chills rose from the bottom of her feet.
