Xuanyuan Qingtian's extremely cold and unfathomable eyes showed no trace of emotion, only shining with pure and cold dark starlight. He looked at Song Yichen whose expression remained unchanged and remained unmoved without saying a word.
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Song Yichen did not put down Duanmu Minya, nor did he take a step forward, he just stood there.
Those eyes, as clear as sapphires and shining with lingering glazed brilliance, looked back at Xuanyuan Qingtian as clearly as water.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Qingtian suddenly walked towards Song Yichen. He arrived in front of Song Yichen in a few strides, spread his hands flat and stretched them out in front of Song Yichen silently.
"No! I want to go back."
As if she knew what Xuanyuan Qingtian was going to do, Duanmu Minya suddenly spoke up. She anxiously covered Song Yichen's arm with her uninjured right hand. She looked at Song Yichen and shook her head. She just wanted Song Yichen not to hand her back to Xuanyuan.
Qingtian's hand.
Song Yichen slightly lowered his head and looked at Duanmu Minya in his arms, then frowned and looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian, his expression was deep as if he was thinking, he was caught in the battle between heaven and man.
In his heart, he generally wanted him to listen to Xuanyuan Qingtian and hand Duanmu Minya back to him.
The other half held an opposing opinion, saying that you have already promised Duanmu Minya to send her back, so you must not break your promise to her. Since loyalty and justice cannot be balanced, then don't break your promise no matter what.
In this way, Song Yichen's patience was at war. After a while, Song Yichen seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and cleared his throat.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I have just promised the Princess that I must send her back. I cannot break my promise to the Princess."
"snort!"
Xuanyuan Qingtian took a step forward with a stern expression, and hummed coldly between his teeth. He pursed his graceful and cold thin lips tightly, as if he was afraid that the anger in his heart would pour out like a prairie fire.
It's so overwhelming that it makes you feel oppressive and makes you feel like you can't breathe.
Song Yichen seemed to be overwhelmed by Xuanyuan Qingtian's momentum and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Okay, you mean you want to betray me? In this case, don't appear in front of me again!"
Xuanyuan Qingtian's cold words were like sharp blades rushing towards Song Yichen.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down. That's not what Doctor Song meant. Doctor Song will not betray Your Majesty. Doctor Song, please tell me!"
When Xiaolin heard this, she was so frightened that she immediately kowtowed. She knelt in front of Xuanyuan Qingtian, and then crawled in front of Song Yichen. She kept pulling on the hem of Song Yichen's clothes, signaling Song Yichen to quickly ask the prince to forgive him.