For a moment, Mu Liang's pupils slowly opened, and the cold light in his eyes was stubborn and proud.
Immediately, he quietly met Yelu Zongxiao's waiting gaze. The next moment, the corner of his lips raised a lazy arc, and Leng Ao spoke,
"A good horse never turns back to eat grass! Mu, Liang, no, answer, answer!"
Mu Liang said the last five words lightly, as if they would be blown away by the wind as soon as they were spoken. But what was engraved in Yelu Zongxiao's heart was the unwillingness and shock that came from the sky.
His eyes were filled with blood, and he took a step forward unconsciously. The calmness and restraint around him was broken. For the first time, a proud man like him felt the feeling of powerlessness and defeat.
"If you were ruthless to this prince, why were you so sad and desperate that day that you almost gave up your life? How could it be like this if the love hadn't already penetrated into your heart and bones? This love that has penetrated into your heart and bones can never be let go!"
Yelu Zongxiao didn't believe it, Mu Liang didn't feel anything for him at all.
Amid the stunned expressions of everyone outside the hall, Mu Liang turned around gracefully and calmly, leaving Yelu Zongxiao with a cold and distant back. His perfect and agile profile faced Tuobo Kun, who had a complex expression but a relaxed heart.
Not bothering to speak in the eyes of everyone who are either curious, shocked or jealous,
"Oh? Didn't I fall to the ground that day because I didn't have breakfast and fainted from hunger? How come I almost gave up my life for His Highness? Your Highness didn't know anything. I was so early in the morning that day.
Being dragged up by the servants to dress up, I couldn't even get a mouthful of porridge. As the saying goes, people are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.
It’s impossible, isn’t it, Your Highness?”
Mu Liang slowly revealed a cold and arrogant smile in Yelu Zongxiao's livid face for a moment. It was like a white birch in autumn or a begonia in spring. Looking from a distance, it made people feel like they couldn't take their eyes away.
Yelu Zongxiao's expression completely collapsed
Outside the hall, people were talking frequently.
"What? Nalan Muliang fainted from hunger that day? Is this the case?"
"Real or false? Faint from hunger?? Then...then the previous rumors are no longer reliable?!"
"Look at how she looks like she's worth 2,580,000 yuan now. How is it the same as the rumors say? Even if she's not fainting from hunger, she might not really have any feelings for His Highness..."
"Tsk tsk! How is that possible? Is there anyone who doesn't like His Highness the Third Highness? Are they out of their minds??"
In the middle of the hall, Yelu Zongxiao's slender body was like a sculpture at the moment. He stood there motionless. No one could see the mud-like blood waves in his eyes at this moment. He only felt that the place on the top of his heart was inexplicably cold.
The words were torn into pieces, and the heart that once thought it was as strong as an iron wall was actually injured!
And it’s still so riddled with holes!
Even when he saw Xuanji Palace falling into a sea of fire, he had never felt like this before!
He ignored the promise he made to Yufu in the past and made such a shocking promise to the woman in front of him, but she refused in an understatement! How could the pain in his heart be like this?