When Mo Yunye saw that Gu Qingxue was about to leave after speaking, his heart seemed to have been pulled. He was extremely reluctant and subconsciously wanted to block her way. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Actually, my body is still a little unwell. Qingxue, it was your junior sister who harmed me. You can't just sit by and do nothing."
On the other side, Rong Zhan reached out and naturally put his arm around Gu Qingxue's shoulder. He looked at Mo Yunye and said, "Your Highness, you must be joking. Even if Qingxue and Fei Yuge are from the same sect, we can't throw ourselves into trouble just to help Fei Yuge clean up the mess. Moreover, our wedding is coming up, and there are indeed many trivial matters to attend to. I hope Your Highness can forgive us."
Rong Zhan's words sounded very polite, but his words were like sharp blades, hurting Mo Yunye all over. For a moment, he could not believe his ears. "What did you say?"
