Murong sneered: "I am the matchmaker, the fate of my parents, a match made in heaven. I am not as shameless as you who are having sex without a matchmaker!"
Mu Yunhan laughed: "I am very happy to receive the jade today. Could you please Madam thank the priest for me? However, it seems that you don't know about it either?"
Murong's face, which she had been holding up straight, suddenly fell apart and she glared at Mu Yunhan with hatred.
That terrifying look made Mu Yunhan almost think that she would rush forward and tear him into pieces regardless of risk.
But Murong's loss of composure only lasted for a moment.
She quickly calmed down her emotions, held her head high again, and smiled strangely: "I will convey your meaning to you, I promise."
Mu Yunhan looked at her smile and felt a cold hand gently reach out from her back and scratch her hair in a creepy way.
Murong smiled arrogantly and brilliantly: "Actually, why are you so nervous? Why are you so afraid? Actually, I just want to discuss something with you."
"I don't think we have anything to discuss." Mu Yunhan smiled lightly.
Murong pointed at her, her broad sleeves drawing a semicircle in the dusk: "You are wrong, there are many, many. For example, Zhao Hongru."
Mu Yunhan fell silent.
Murong saw that she no longer showed her teeth and claws, and felt that she had grasped her lifeline.
He walked towards her gracefully and slowly, step by step, swaying like a lotus flower blooming.
"Which loss is greater, admitting that you are a side branch or having to admit that you are actually the eldest lady of Muhou Mansion?"
Murong approached Mu Yunhan, smiled and spoke softly, breathing hissingly like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
"Of course the eldest lady of the Muhou Mansion will live in the Muhou Mansion. She has grandparents, a biological father, a stepmother, and a traitor. What do you think your life will be like?"
"Do you expect the Meng family to take care of you? The family is still here, and the biological father is still here. Who dares to take care of you? Who can take care of you? Even the crown prince cannot take care of you too much!"
Murong pinched Mu Yunhan's chin and smiled viciously.
It's a pity that her height is half a head shorter than Mu Yunhan.
When doing this action, I had to look up at Mu Yunhan, which made him less imposing and more funny.
Mu Yunhan brushed her hand away lightly, took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped his chin carefully, and said calmly:
"You are too short. Doing this is exposing your own shortcomings. If I were you, I would definitely not do this."
"Also, the scent of incense on your body is too strong and complex. It reminds me of a spice shop. I wish I could lay out all the valuable spices for people to see. It is inevitable that it will be suspected of being piled up."
"Are you old? Or did you find that the priest is no longer interested in you, so you panicked and were afraid?"
Murong's smile instantly solidified on her face.
The appearance and charm that she had always been proud of were shattered into pieces by Gu Yilan's pair of jade stones in front of Mu Yunhan, who was younger, more beautiful and taller than her.
She wanted to roar and tear Mu Yunhan's face apart.
But when Mu Yunhan said these words just now, his voice was not quiet at all, and everyone present heard it.
Her subordinates and servants all lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, pretending that they didn't hear anything, and they were more obedient than sheep.
But she knew that they all heard her and were secretly laughing at her.
She was furious: "Come here, take down all these thugs who dare to attack my wife on the street!" (To be continued)