While the reporters were still surrounding King Leah asking questions, Meng Yun, who had changed into clothes, had already followed Prince Mu De out. There were still tears on her face, but her hair was no longer so messy, and her clothes were high-collared.
Nothing on her neck can be seen.
"Hello everyone, my name is Meng Yun." Meng Yun walked to the front row and nodded gracefully to the reporters.
The reporters looked at Meng Yun and saw her eyes filled with tears, as if she had been wronged. They all raised their hands to ask questions.
"Miss Meng Yun, you look aggrieved. Are you being bullied?"
"Yes, Miss Meng Yun, if you have any grievances, you can tell us all and we will help you make the decision!"
"Yes, even the royal family cannot tolerate domestic violence."
Meng Yun really wanted to tell reporters that she had been domestically abused. But what to say now?
If she dared to say anything bad about Prince Mu De, the man would let her die without a burial place.
After all, she was too weak.
After lamenting his own weakness, Meng Yun wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, bowed at 90 degrees, and said to the reporter closest to him: "No, I was not domestically abused. It was me...it was my own problem.
I want to apologize to Mr. Mingyuan."
The reporters were all stunned.
What happened? Why did Meng Yun stand up and apologize again?
Could it be that the gossip is correct and that there is really something going on between Meng Yun and Mingyuan?
After careful consideration, everyone couldn't help but paint Meng Yun and Ming Yuan as having an affair.
Meng Yun straightened up, looked back at Prince Mu De, and then looked at King Leah, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and slowly said: "Don't make random guesses. Now I will tell you the truth. I hope everyone
Stop covering the royal family. All the mistakes are my fault."
"Tsk, tsk, she actually said it was her fault. It seems like this has a pretty bloody plot." A reporter sighed with emotion.
Meng Yun did not look at the reporter, and continued to maintain his own pace, telling everyone: "The thing is, I have always liked Prince Mu De. But someone told me that Prince Mu De has feelings for Ming Yuan. I am jealous.
, I did something sorry for Mr. Mingyuan at the banquet. This time I also implicated members of the royal family, and I feel very guilty. I would like to apologize to the members of the royal family and Mr. Mingyuan, and please forgive me."
What she said was still unclear, and reporters were full of curiosity about the truth.
Especially the two reporters, they thought for a while, came forward, pointed the microphone at Meng Yun, and asked at the same time: "What did you do to Ming Yuan?"
Meng Yun covered his mouth and closed his eyes. There were two water drops hanging on his trembling eyelashes, looking extremely pitiful.
"Don't ask anymore, okay?" Meng Yun was also good at pretending to be pitiful.
How could the reporters let go of this opportunity? They stared at Meng Yun, and one of the representatives said directly: "Did something unspeakable happen to you?"
"Yes, did you push Mr. Mingyuan down?"
When reporters asked questions, they automatically felt excited.
After all, Ming Yuan is so famous here, and many women's dream is to overthrow him. If Meng Yun did it impulsively, they would understand.
Meng Yun was so angry that she wanted to cry. How could she push Ming Yuan down?
"The facts are different from what you have guessed. Please wait patiently for Meng Yun's answer." Prince Mu De said calmly.
After everyone heard this, their eyes fell on Meng Yun again, eagerly waiting for her answer.