"Why?" Why should she help him get the throne? This is too ridiculous.
"Don't you know? Didn't he tell you? Yin Muluo is not dead! He is now planning how to deal with us. I have suffered from the cold palace for more than ten years and it doesn't matter what else I suffer, but he can't suffer it anymore!
He was sent to Xuanxi Island by Luona since he was a child and was tortured, living an inhuman life every day! So he must get the throne! Either Yin Muluo dies or he dies! He must get the throne, only in this way is he the safest...
...Please, even if I beg you. Can you, can you help him..." She begged, is this really the case?
"What about me? Am I a chess piece in your hands from the beginning to the end? I was originally an unrelated princess of the Yuexi Kingdom. I can live my life freely and carefree, and have my own happiness.
.Why, why do you want to involve me in this dispute so cruelly?! He deceived my feelings just to achieve his goal. He is so cruel, so cruel..."
"I beg you, please. I can give you whatever you want, as long as you help her, as long as you help her." Her hair was messy, and Yue Yuran couldn't bear it.
She closed her eyes tightly and after thinking for a long time, tears had already fallen when she broke away. She said feebly: "I will help him and help him get what he wants."
"You agreed! You finally agreed! Yu Ran, thank you!" She smiled, but she was numb.
Well, this was the last thing she did for him, and then they completely drew a clear line. He would be the king of his Yinmao Kingdom, and she would be her princess of the Yuexi Kingdom! From then on, they became strangers!
"Why are you injured like this?! Who did it?!" Leng Sichen almost broke through the door. His flaxen hair became messy because of the rush, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all. His sharp edges
Anxiety was written on his face... When his eyes saw Yue Yuran's head wrapped in thick gauze, his heart was filled with guilt.
"It's okay." Yue Yuran answered him casually, seeming to think of something again, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Didn't you say you don't care about me? Why now...well?" She tilted her head and looked at him,
Only at this time will she show her most sincere smile.
The unnatural flush on his face was suppressed by him again, and then he walked straight to the bed and touched her pale and thin cheek with an almost trembling hand, "How could it be like this? I'm not with you.
I told you not to be with him. If you are with him, you will definitely get hurt."
There was inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes, as if he felt distressed or guilty.
Yue Yuran signaled him with her eyes, there was another person next to her!
Leng Sichen followed Yue Yuran's gaze and found Mo Lianyi standing next to him. His eyes suddenly turned cold...
"What are you doing here?!" There was no warmth in his words, making Yue Yuran wonder if the soft-spoken man was Leng Sichen.
"I, I..." Mo Lianyi was speechless and looked at Yue Yuran with pleading eyes.
Yue Yuran accepted her look for help, then turned to Leng Sichen and said, "Why are you so cold? My godmother was so frightened by you that she was speechless." She rolled her eyes at him and continued.