Chapter Twenty-Five

  "Your Highness, let me escort you out first——” Looking at the flames about to spread, Lan Ying's face had a difficult expression. He truly didn't want the two masters to quarrel, this outcome would definitely be disadvantageous for the princess. Moreover, there were several envoys from Xiyue Country present, and it wouldn't look good in front of outsiders.

  The princess? The several envoys of Xiyue country took a cold breath, the woman in front of them, the timid woman, the extremely beautiful woman, turned out to be the Princess of Yan, the wife of King Yan. So, it's not surprising that she dared to appear in King Yan's study like this.

  Xia Zi Li stood still on the spot, her cold gaze fixed straight at Mo Yun Xuan.

  "What in the world are you doing to disturb me——"

  Suddenly, Mo Yunxuan suppressed all his anger, walked steadily over, sat down in the carved pear wood chair beside her, and with a big wave of his hand, pulled her delicate and weak body into his arms.

  His sturdy arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist, not too strong but enough to make her whole body unable to move in his embrace.

  "Let go—"

  "Xia Zi Li. Don't make me, the king, truly angry—" His sharp eyes flashed with cold light, his tone heavily pressing down.

  Several envoys from the Western Month Country stood at the gate, their faces flushed with embarrassment. However, no one dared to speak out, and they just stood there in a daze, unable to move forward or backward.

  "You damn idiot. Let go, let go—"

  She struggled hard in his arms, and tears of frustration fell down.

  "Cheaters. All cheaters..."

  Mo Yunxuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the hand around her waist tightened, her calm eyes gazing directly at the person crying in her arms, her fingers gently stroking open the hair that was stuck to her ear by tears.

  Soft tone

  "What's wrong?"

  "The evidence is all fake. Is it fake, isn't it?"

  She raised her head, with two clear tears remaining on her face, her limpid eyes gazing at the handsome and unparalleled man in front of her, her husband.

  "What evidence?"

  He straightened her posture, his long and clean fingers needlessly adjusting the ermine fur trim on her collar, in a gentle and carefree tone.

  "You know it. The evidence of my dad's bribery is fake. Isn't it?"

  The expression on his face suddenly darkened, Xia Ziwei was slightly stunned, she didn't understand why his expression changed so quickly, the deep black eyes stared at her, the unclear black fog overlapped inside, she knew this was a sign of his bad mood, and her heart was filled with anxiety.

  A gentle touch, a large hand stroked her back, the scorching palm temperature warmed her through her clothes.

  "When did I ever tell you it was true?"

  "That's why. Why let Cao's family die unjustly even though they knew it was fake?"

  As soon as the words came out, Xia Ziyu's face suddenly changed color, because at this time, Mo Yunxuan's face had completely lost its usual expression, his eyes were cold like three feet of ice, and a chilly light filled his face, all of which made her feel suddenly alienated.

  It was just for an instant, and he softened his tone.

  "Okay, there are some things you don't need to know too much about—"

  "No. I want to know, are you going to deal with my father or not."

  "Who told you that?"

  His cold and oppressive tone, his gloomy eyes staring straight at her beautiful face like a dream, his hands still tightly wrapped around her waist.

  "You tell me first whether it is or not—"

  Who knew that Mo Yunxuan would let her go with one hand and stand up, and Xia Ziyu couldn't react in time. A cold voice had already sounded beside her ear.

  "Someone, send the princess to Tianju Garden, without this king's order, don't take a step out——"