Meng Yun had already greeted Ming Yuan and Prince Mu De countless times in her heart, but she still did not dare to express her true thoughts. She could only look at Prince Mu De and look for the threatening light in his cold eyes.
She was still very afraid of this person being cruel.
"No, it's really not me who pushed Mr. Mingyuan down." Meng Yun's voice was hoarse, his eyes were lowered, and he looked like a soft and cute little white rabbit.
When the reporters heard this, they paused for a second before continuing to ask.
"Then what's going on with you? Can you explain it clearly? We are not here to eat, we want to tell the public the truth, and we also believe that what Mr. Mingyuan wants is the truth."
"Yes, when Mr. Mingyuan accepts the apology, it should be an apology related to the truth, not something vague like this. It seems as if you were threatened by Mr. Mingyuan."
When two reporters with very upright views stood up and expressed their feelings, Meng Yun knew that his original routine was not working. He had to tell them about what happened on the rooftop last night.
She sighed deeply. The sadness stuck in her throat was so heavy that she didn't know what to say.
If she doesn't say anything now, reporters will definitely write nonsense, and Prince Mud and King Leah behind her will not let her go.
Forget it, I had thought about it just now. If you want to tell the truth here, then just say it. Anyway, she has nothing to fear. She doesn't believe that she will continue to be miserable.
"Actually, it was like this at the time." Meng Yun raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the nearest camera, he took a breath slowly, and then continued slowly: "I like Prince Mu De so much, it's like I want to use design
Ming Yuan is with Prince Mu De in this way. But I don’t want to touch Prince Mu De’s inverse scale and hurt Mr. Ming Yuan.”
Meng Yun first wanted to explain that Prince Mu De was not to be trifled with, and then continued to talk about what happened on the rooftop.
After she finished speaking, the reporters fell silent.
In fact, not to mention that this kind of thing happened to Ming Yuan, none of them could bear it.
We promised to come to the banquet, but you plotted against me on the rooftop. Who can bear it?
Not long after, a reporter said: "Miss Meng Yun, according to Leah's laws, your operation is considered a crime of frame-up and slander. You will have to bear a hundred lashes."
In Leah, people often received whippings instead of jail time.
One hundred lashes is actually a very severe punishment.
Meng Yun could hear what the reporter meant, and she was even more unconvinced.
Why, why did Mingyuan even accept the reporter's heart?
Hate is hate, but Meng Yun still has the brains to talk to the reporters seriously. She breathed gently and spoke slowly: "Yes, I know I was wrong. So I especially hope that Mr. Mingyuan can forgive me. I am willing to do things
Compensation, as long as he gives me a chance."
"It depends on Mr. Mingyuan. But your operation is really shameless. You don't even care about your own reputation and the reputation of the royal family. Can you still become a prince and concubine of the royal family like this?"
A reporter brought it up, and Meng Yun's implication instantly broke.
She has long since lost the qualification to be a prince and concubine.
This terrifying Leah Palace and the terrifying Prince Mu De have taught her not to dream anymore.
Meng Yun thought about it and felt pitiful.
"Miss Meng Yun, now that your apology has been broadcast through the live broadcast, is there anything else you want to say to Mr. Mingyuan?" The reporter who asked the question this time was from Meng Yunxiang.