Mo Beiyuan did know the person in front of him, Princess Qingli of Dajing, but he could not remember when he had become so familiar with such a woman.
"Why would I come to see you?"
Princess Qingli's elegant face revealed a bitter smile. "It's alright, I know."
Mo Beiyuan frowned.
What the hell was this woman talking about?
Why did she keep saying things that he did not understand?
Yun Ran continued to smile. As a woman, she naturally knew what this woman meant.
She said some ambiguous words, wanting to tell others that her relationship with Mo Beiyuan was not ordinary.
This person's cultivation was not shallow!
At the very least, it was much more powerful than Mo Beiyuan's previous rotten romantic entanglements.
As a result, a straight man like Xuanyuan Yu fell for it.
"Mo Beiyuan! Who is this woman? Don't tell me you don't know her? Even if you're lying, someone has to believe you!"
