But Duanmu Minya, who was indifferent and calm like water, saw it. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, and a look of confusion floated in her deep eyes. She unconsciously focused her black jade-like pupils on Xuanyuan Yiyu's refreshing face again.
Handsome face.
Why is he suddenly hostile to himself?
Is it because of Xuanyuan Qingtian? Or is it Song Yichen?
Because when they didn't rush over to help him, he didn't have that hostile look in his eyes.
Is it for Song Yichen? Or Xuanyuan Qingtian?
Duanmu Minya wanted to scan Xuanyuan Yiyu's expression carefully, but Xuanyuan Yiyu had already returned to the sunny and cheerful look just now, with a smile brighter than the sun on her young handsome face.
"Oh, it's seventh brother's fault for frightening Sanhuang's Wife. Sanhuang's Wife is sorry." Xuanyuan Yiyu apologized respectfully again.
"Okay, please stop saluting. Your third sister-in-law needs to rest. You've already met her. Let's go to the study. I have something to explain."
It seemed that Xuanyuan Yiyu's stern look just now made Xuanyuan Qingtian alert. He just wanted to take Xuanyuan Yiyu away from Duanmu Minya quickly.
Now he himself doesn't know what his mentality is. How can he let Xuanyuan Yiyu hurt Duanmu Minya?
"Xiao Lin, please take good care of the princess, Yichen, seventh brother, let's go."
Xuanyuan Qingtian turned around and told Xiaolin to finish, then walked out first.
Song Yichen's slightly drooped eyelashes were raised upwards, and a pair of sea-blue eyes glanced at Duanmu Minya uncontrollably. Then, as if he had been hit by something, he turned around quickly, dark and blue.
A flash of pain flashed through his eyes.
He lowered his head slightly to hide the sad pain in his eyes. The moment he saw Duanmu Minya about to fall, he finally knew the reason for his throbbing.
He has never been troubled by love, but the first person he fell in love with was the princess of Xuanyuan Qingtian, who regarded him as his brother. How ironic this was.
So now he can only force himself to cut through the knot quickly and cut off the undeveloped feelings. But, can feelings be cut off as soon as they are cut off?
Song Yichen followed him out with a sad expression. His steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, weighing heavily on his heart. It seemed as if every step he took was suffocating him and seemed to tear him apart.
Heart-like, every step he takes seems to separate him and Duanmu Minya further, further!
When Xuanyuan Yiyu turned around, she glanced meaningfully at Duanmu Minya and walked out with a smile.
"Farewell to Your Majesty, the Seventh Prince, and Doctor Song." Xiaolin respectfully and politely walked to the gate.