Then she stretched out her finger, pointed at Cang Xiyao, and said word by word: "Cang Xiyao, remember this! I will make you, and this bitch, pay the price for what happened today!
I hate you, I hate you very much!"
After saying that, she shook her arm fiercely, turned around and left!
The sound of "thump thump thump" footsteps gradually faded away, and the room returned to its original silence.
At this time, a cold voice came: "Have you hugged me enough? Let me go."
Cang Xiyuan was stunned. The voice was bone-chilling, like ice that would never melt for thousands of years. It was exactly what Bai Yuyue said.
With a chuckle, Cang Xiyuan followed her words and loosened her arm around Bai Yuyue's waist.
Bai Yuyue took two steps calmly, and Cang Xi smiled far away and said: "Don't worry, I promise you a thousand pieces of gold. Since I said I will marry you, I will definitely do what I say. However, it is impossible to be the main concubine. I promise,
I must go to Prince Qingyang’s Mansion and marry you back as my concubine.”
At this time, Bai Yuyueque suddenly turned around and looked at him.
Cang Xiyuan was stunned when she saw such a calm face.
Not laughing, not crying, not making trouble, and showing no expression at all. She just stood here, as if everything that just happened was not about her.
Although there was no emotion in Bai Yuyue's eyes, they were like an unsheathed sword, cold and sharp, and chilling.
This was the first time that he discovered that there was someone whose eyes even he had to avoid.
The intimidating momentum and heavy pressure make people unable to dodge and unable to bear it.
Her red lips parted slightly, and she only said three words:
"You do not deserve."
What a sense of arrogance, what a sense of contempt, what a calm face!
Just three simple words made Cang Xiyao, who once led an army of 100,000 people and commanded Ruoding, feel despised for the first time in his life.
Just like the Sun Wukong who works hard to fly, he thinks that a somersault cloud can travel a hundred and eighty thousand miles, but it still jumps out of the palm of the Buddha's hand.