When Murong Wan heard this, she felt as if her tail had been stepped on. She raised her head suddenly and her eyes widened in shock.
"elder brother?!"
What did he say?
Apologize to Ye Xiyue?
Is he crazy!?
Seeing her thoughts, Murong Qing shook his head and said helplessly:
"I know you don't want to, but we can't really keep confronting her like this, right? After today, her status will be different from the past. If you still treat her the same as before, you will only suffer.
It’s you!”
Murong Wan gritted her teeth and said:
"So what?! I am also my father's daughter, what can she really do to me!?"
Their father, Murong Luo, was the King of Yi who guarded northern Xinjiang. He had military power and a respected position.
No matter how powerful Ye Xiyue is, can she still be more powerful than her father?
She dared to kill Ye Yaoting only because Ye Yaoting had no one to rely on behind her, but she, Murong Wan, was different.
There is no need for her to grovel to a bitch she hates so much!
She smiled coldly:
"Father is coming to the imperial capital soon. When the time comes, she will have plenty of good things to eat!"
After saying that, she turned around angrily and left regardless of Murong Qing's reaction.
She can't stay in this place for a moment!
"Wan'er!"
When Murong Qing saw this, he quickly followed.
However, just as Murong Wan walked some distance away, she heard a voice coming from the entrance of the square:
"King Yi returned to Beijing with his personal guards and asked to see His Majesty!"
Murong Wan paused in her steps and looked up in surprise.
Everyone in the huge Qingming Square was also surprised and turned to look.
The first thing that appeared was a bright red flag with a hunting sound. On it was the word "wing", which was written with strong force and sharp edge.
Immediately afterwards, two teams of soldiers in black armor lined up to clear the way.
There were only about a hundred soldiers, but they had an extremely powerful aura!
Their bodies are filled with a strong killing intent - that aura can only come from those who have been on the battlefield, seen the blood, and have been tempered and struggled between life and death!
Finally, a tall and burly figure appeared in everyone's sight.
The man was wearing armor and striding towards him.
He looked about forty, with a strong aura, especially his eyes, which shone with a cold and stern light, not angry but powerful.
This person is none other than King Yi—Murong Luo!
...
No one expected that Murong Luo would suddenly appear at this time.
He guards northern Xinjiang all year round and rarely returns to the imperial capital.
All in all, it is indeed the day when he should come back to report on his duties.
However, this timing is too coincidental.
Murong Wan couldn't care about anything else and immediately rushed over excitedly:
"Father!"
Hearing this voice, Murong Luo turned his head and looked over.
When he saw Murong Wan, he was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.
"...Wan'er!?"
The last time he returned to the imperial capital was five years ago. At that time, Murong Wan was still a little girl, but in the blink of an eye, she had grown into a big girl!
Murong Wan finally stood still in front of him, and her eyes instantly turned red.
"Father, you are finally here! Wan'er misses you so much!"
Seeing this, Murong Luo felt happy and distressed at the same time.
He patted Murong Wan's head, lowered his voice and said:
"You miss your father, don't you? You are such a young girl, but you still cry all the time. If people see you, you will be laughed at!"
This seemed to touch Murong Wan's sadness. She turned her head, tears fell, and whispered:
"Even if I don't cry, I've already been laughed at enough!"
