Sitting in the hall of the Prince Regent's Residence, Mo Yunye waited anxiously. He did not even look at the tea beside him. His eyes were fixed on the door of the hall.
Just as Mo Yunye was about to lose his patience, a series of footsteps finally approached from outside the door.
"Qingxue…" Mo Yunye stood up excitedly, but when he saw Rong Zhan walking in from outside the door, the hope hidden in his eyes instantly disappeared. His face darkened and he asked in an unfriendly tone, "Why is it you? Where's Qingxue?"
"Why should my fiancée come out to meet you?" Rong Zhan sat down opposite Mo Yunye coldly, his eyes emitting a cold light.
Rong Zhan's words were like a sharp blade that pierced into Mo Yunye's heart. "Rong Zhan, don't be too arrogant."
Rong Zhan looked indifferent, and his eyes revealed a cold intent. "The matter is already set in stone. Your Highness, it's better not to resist stubbornly."
