Feng Qing smiled contemptuously at the dancer. Even if hitting her would do anything, Yu Min still didn't dare to touch her.
"Then I will go back first."
Although the final goal was not achieved today, the face was ruined anyway, and she felt a little angry in her heart, so Feng Qing left without any regrets. For her, as long as she was still in the palace, there were plenty of opportunities.
Feng Qing left with a large group of minions, and the hall became obviously empty, leaving only Yumin and the dancer.
The dancer sneered in her heart. Fortunately, her master had warned her early not to be moved by the tenderness and considerateness this man usually showed. Fortunately, her heart was still her own. Otherwise, falling in love with this man would be really miserable.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for coming to the rescue. The dancer is fine now. Please leave, Your Highness." The dancer still lowered her head and said calmly.
Regarding the recent events, she could not take the initiative to speak. With Yumin's caution, even the slightest carelessness could arouse his suspicion, so the old method of retreating in order to advance was the most appropriate.
How could Yumin be an idiot? He could tell by the tone of the dancer's voice that she had resentment in her heart. However, he suddenly noticed that from the moment he arrived until now, the dancer had been hanging her head, thinking about the smell of blood just now. Yumin's heart sank, and he stepped forward a few times.
Step by step, he held up the dancer's head and saw five blood-red scratches in his eyes.
The pupils shrank, and anger suddenly appeared in Yumin's eyes.
Feng Qing was so vicious that he ruined the dancer's face. These five scratches were obviously made with fingernails, and the dancer's face was pale. Not to mention the palm prints on her face, you could tell just by listening to her breath, which was so unstable.
She also suffered internal injuries!
The dancer had deliberately lowered her head to let Yu Min notice it. Seeing the violence in his eyes, she suddenly took a few steps back and said with a calm expression: "Your Highness, if nothing is wrong, please leave!"
The dancer didn't say a word about what happened and just let Yumin leave, but the coldness and alienation on her face clearly said everything, "The dancer is not very grateful for Your Highness's hospitality during this period. It's just been a bother for a few days, so the dancer should do it."
He left, His Highness is busy with government affairs, and the dancer will not come to say goodbye tomorrow!"
Such a stubborn and indifferent expression slowly overlapped with the face in his memory, and Yumin's heart was torn apart. No, absolutely not, he would not let her leave her for the second time!
"My Highness doesn't allow it! No one can take you away from Your Highness!" Yumin roared angrily, stretched out his long arms, took the dancer into his arms, and hugged her tightly.
The dancer buried her whole face in Yumin's chest, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. As smart as she was, how could she not see the trance in Yumin's eyes just now? She was probably treating herself as her master. But it didn't matter, she almost wanted it.
this effect.
"Your Highness, the dancer's blood will stain His Highness's clothes." The dancer remained unmoved and tried hard to open the distance between the two of them with her arms, saying coldly: "Men and women cannot be intimate!"
Yumin's face instantly turned ugly. His sharp eyes were full of anger. His gaze fell on the dancer's face, and he felt a sense of pity in his heart. Then he slowly regained his composure and said softly: "Does it hurt?"
The dancer raised her eyes, glanced at him, then lowered her eyes, expressionless, and said, "I don't feel bad."
Yumin was startled, his face stiffened, and then he said warmly: "Treat the wound first."
The dancer said nothing, turned around, and walked silently back to the inner hall.