Wang Wenlei also interrupted at the right time: "I hope the prince will not have the same knowledge as Lord Murong. I believe that he is just a misleading person's words, which is why he is unfair."
Then he smiled kindly at Bai Ye, immediately looked at Di Yun, and smiled hypocritically: "Since the prince has something to leave, we will not be able to stay for more. We will definitely take good care of the princess during this period. King Xuan doesn't have to worry. It's not too late for us to talk about it when the prince returns."
His words were undoubtedly an invitation to Murong Shen.
It not only invisibly emphasized that Murong Shen had offended Bai Ye before, but also showed a general appearance as a generous elder.
Bai Ye curled his lips secretly. His quick face-changing mode was simply at the master level.
Di Yun ignored such a clown and looked at Sikongxie with great meaning. He curled his lips, revealing a strange curve, and smiled humbly.
"Is Sikong Xie? I have to take care of my wife in the Wang family. If she loses one hair, you will definitely pay the price!"
Hearing his special emphasis on the three words [This Wang Family], Sikong Xie clenched his fingers behind him silently, but he responded calmly: "That's natural. She is my fiancée, so it's not a problem for King Xuan."
Di Yun was not angry, and gently pinched Bai Ye's little face, turned around and walked out, leaving only one sentence, which made the Murong family and the Wang family confused.
"All the people I want to get and do will become reality, so I am particularly envious of those who can dream."
Sikong Xie looked at the dazzling back, his lips slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, letting him and his group flash away like ghosts.
Bai Ye coughed gently, hinting that he should not make things boring. It would be a terrible thing to quarrel with Di Yun!
The maid who served tea carefully retreated until she left the hall with a strange atmosphere and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sikong Xie and Bai Ye lowered their heads and savored the tea, each with their own thoughts, and it seemed that they still had no intention of speaking.
But the two old foxes couldn't sit still.
Wang Wenlei gave his son a wink. Wang Yufeng understood and smiled at Sikong, "Young Master Sikong's fiancée turned out to be the eldest princess of Beiyin. It's really a shameless person! In fact, with this relationship, I believe that the envoy in power will definitely give the envoy Sikong a little face. After all, you are the prospective son-in-law of Beiyin. Thinking of King Xuan and Emperor Beiyin, the envoy in power will not make too much trouble!"
Sikong Xie put down his tea cup heavily, making a dull sound on the table, and immediately stopped Wang Yufeng's words.
His eyes slanted, and Sikong Xie asked in a cold voice: "Bei Yin's prospective son-in-law?"
When Murong Ruixuan heard this, a trace of sarcasm flashed in front of his eyes.
Wang Yufeng's words seemed to be trying to persuade Sikong Xie to be relieved, but in fact they were implying that his identity as the young master Sikong of the Northern Mainland was not as good as that of Princess Beiyin's son-in-law.
Even a married woman can only be achieved by being a woman.
With Sikong Xie's personality, even though he knew he was acting, he would not be willing to be such a soft-hearted young man.
But Murong Ruixuan was a little surprised. I wonder what Wang Yufeng was so angry with Sikong Xie, but he wouldn't just be able to enjoy his mouth, right?
Seeing Sikong Xie get angry, Wang Wenlei raised a cunning smile lightly and pretended to scold Wang Yufeng: "Feng'er, don't be rude! If you say this, isn't it implying that Sikong's nephew himself does not have the ability to obtain the support of the commander in power. Even if you have to rely on the power of your wife's family to get married, you must rely on the power of your wife's family to achieve it? Where do you place the prestige of the young master of the Sikong Mansion? Why don't you apologize quickly!"