Ruan Zhong seemed to have said something in his ear, and Mu Youzhi slightly turned his head in the direction of Yitong, his misty eyes still like a lake mirror.
Even though she knew he couldn't see, Yitong's heart still trembled.
Immediately, he took steady steps and followed Ruan Zhong towards another palace gate.
Yitong has long been used to his indifferent temperament, and besides, there was nothing involved between them in the first place.
"What are you still doing standing there?"
At some point, Mu Yanqin had stopped not far away, a pair of cold eyes locked on her.
Zhuo Lian looked back and forth between the two of them with inquiring eyes. When Yi Tong approached, she hurriedly walked over affectionately and took her arm. "This is the first time for the princess to enter the palace. There are many rules here, so it is better to follow the prince and my sister."
." The implication is that she has been to this palace several times.
Yitong's face suddenly changed, and she pushed her away subconsciously, her voice slightly stiff, "I understand."
Zhuo Lian was pushed and staggered, almost falling, but fortunately she was supported by Mu Yanqin.
Yitong gritted her teeth and felt a clammy feeling on her arm. She knew in her heart that the wound had begun to ooze blood. Fortunately, she asked Zixuan to wrap more white gauze.
Zhuo Lian raised her head at a loss, and looked at Mu Yanqin with a pair of big watery eyes, "Your Majesty, Lian'er has no other intention, she just wants to get closer to the princess..."
Mu Yanqin stroked her back as if understanding, and comforted softly, "Lian'er did the right thing." He raised his head, his handsome face shrouded in gloom, and his cold eyes glanced at Yitong, "Chu You, apologize to Lian'er.
."
"No," Zhuo Lian heard this and waved her hands in panic, "Your Majesty, Lian'er is fine, really fine. Lian'er must have done something wrong to make the princess unhappy. So, this is all Lian'er's fault.
"
Yitong slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the heart-wrenching pain to subside, then raised her crystal clear eyes again and looked at Mu Yanqin intently, "Your Majesty, Concubine Rong Chen reminds you, this is
Palace. But," she glanced at the eunuchs and guards around her, and smiled, "if even the prince doesn't mind, then I won't care about being criticized by outsiders."
Mu Yanqin raised his stern eyes, and his anger boiled, but it was difficult to break out. Suddenly, his eyes fell on her trembling arms and pale face, and his eyes darkened slightly.
Is it because of this?
"Your Majesty," Zhuo Lian called him softly and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, let's go in."
Mu Yanqin looked at Yitong and wanted to say something, but the words only stayed in his throat. After a long time, he nodded and walked into the hall with Zhuo Lian on his arm.
As soon as he turned around, Yitong's body swayed twice, and her face turned frighteningly white. She could no longer hold on, and when she was about to fall, she was caught firmly by a pair of strong iron arms.