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"...Yun Xiang, did you just say that Ran'er ran away from marriage?"

In the flower hall of the Prince Regent's Palace, after a period of silence, Huangfu Yeliang, who was sitting on the main seat, slowly raised his thin crimson lips, outlining an extremely light and gentle smile, but the smile did not spread into his eyes.

Instead, there was a slight chill.

Qing Ling, who was standing on one side, glanced at Huangfu Ye strangely, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at his nose and heart, but he didn't hear anything...

Yun Xiang? He doesn’t even want to shout ‘Father-in-law’ anymore…

A sudden chill ran down his spine, as if Yun Zhihuan had aged more than ten years in an instant. He stood three meters away from the main seat with his hands behind his back and a withered and pale face. He looked at Huangfu Yegong with despair.

He handed over his hand and said, "Your Highness, I never dare to deceive you. Luo Ran has really escaped from the marriage. I have come here specifically to apologize tonight."

"Don't you dare to lie?" Huangfu smiled at night, his smile was as light as the twilight in the sky, but his eyes filled with a thin chill instantly narrowed, "Yun Xiang, Ran'er has been running away from marriage for three days, and you just came to me.

The king apologizes, how dare you tell me that you will never deceive me?"

His pupils shrank in horror, and Yun Zhihuan's heart trembled. His back seemed to be blown by the icy night wind, and it was biting to the bone. He broke out in a cold sweat in an instant. He said tremblingly: "Your Highness, I am absolutely wrong.

It's all the fault of the old minister. It's the old minister's failure to discipline him well. The old minister is willing to bear all the blame! Please consider the old minister's hard work for the court for many years and let the Yun family go!"

"Humph, bear it all, Yun Xiang, can you bear it all?" A hint of evil joy flashed in the depths of You Han's eyes, Huangfu Ye stood up coldly, "Now the whole Shangjing City, even

Including the dignitaries of other countries, who doesn’t know that tomorrow is my wedding day? Who doesn’t know that my princess is your good daughter Yun Luoran?”

Your Highness is really getting more and more into the drama... Qing Ling quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Then he saw Huangfu Ye glance over at him sideways, half-smiling, and waved his palm gently, making a grabbing gesture.

Qing Ling, whose scalp was numb, immediately understood and quietly left the flower hall.

The world was spinning for a while, Yun Zhihuan's face was filled with death, and only the determination to die was left in his eyes. He lifted the hem of his brocade robe, knelt down in front of Huangfu Ye with a "bang" sound, put his forehead on the cold floor, and cried out sadly: "Your Highness

, even if you don’t miss the old minister’s many years of hard work, you still want to let the rest of the Yun family go for the sake of Luo Ran’s mother and Yan’er!”

"..." There was a hint of evil in the corner of his mouth, Huangfuye raised his eyebrows and did not answer. Sometimes, silence is more terrifying than any punishment.

Time passed slowly. Yun Zhihuan, who had been kneeling for who knows how long, his knees so numb that he had already lost his intuition, was tightly gripped by this unpredictable fear. As Huangfu Ye remained silent for longer, finally

He sank deeply into the depths of the ice pool, and the endless cold enveloped him.

Just when he was about to faint, Qing Ling strode in covered with night dew, holding a woman in his arms, and said to Huangfu Ye in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the princess has brought her here."

"Hmm..." Huangfuye smiled lazily and responded lazily. With a movement of his body, he had already rushed to Qingling and picked him up in his arms.

Yun Zhihuan's cold body trembled, and he raised his head incredibly quickly. The next second, his chest felt hot and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. How could he not know at this time that he was being completely played by Huangfu Ye?

Every move of the Yun family is completely under his control!

"Yun Xiang, this won't happen next time."

The eyes were as cold as thousand-year-old ice, sparking countless sharp edges that pierced Yun Zhihuan like sharp blades. Huangfu smiled in the spring breeze and disappeared in front of Yun Zhihuan, who almost fell down.
Chapter completed!