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At lunchtime, everyone was preparing to move to the side hall. Mu Fengyan took the opportunity to pull Yin Luo aside and said, "I've finished the things you asked me to help with. Before you leave the palace later, I'll give them to you."
Yin Luo's eyes lit up at his words. "Really?"
"Of course it's true! Would I lie to you?"
Only then did Yin Luo feel relieved and looked at Mu Fengyan with gratitude. Upon meeting her gaze, Mu Fengyan couldn't contain his joy.
"Your Majesty, it's time to go," Li An De reminded from the side. Mu Fengyan then came back to his senses, straightened his expression, and strode out.
Yin Luo watched him leave and let out a sigh of relief before following him.
However, she had just reached the door when someone walked in front of her, and she nearly bumped into him.
Stumbling slightly, the person reached out to grip her arm, looking down at her with an expression that was neither happy nor angry, always carrying a hint of coldness. "What’s wrong with the princess? Did you get scared upon seeing me?"
Yin Luo steadied herself and looked up at him, only then realizing that the room was empty.
She lowered her gaze. "No, I just didn't notice you suddenly appearing."
Mu Changqing's eyes roamed over her face for a moment before he coldly snorted and said, "Since you entered the palace representing my name, behave yourself. You must remember that you are always my woman! Don't think about flirting with others at every opportunity!"
Yin Luo glanced at him. His gaze was deep, like a bottomless pool, and his thin lips were pressed into a line, appearing somewhat angry, yet perhaps not.
However, given his influence, he must have been fully aware of what had just happened, which explained his warning words.
Yin Luo was too lazy to respond to him. She had no romantic feelings for Mu Fengyan at all. However, even if she spoke up, he wouldn't believe her; it would only lead to more confusion. So, there was no need to answer. She simply walked past him and said lightly, "Since the prince is here, let's have a meal together."
But her wrist was suddenly seized again by a powerful grip. She lost her balance and was pulled into his embrace.
A large hand clamped around her waist like iron, and her head bumped against his chest, causing pain that made her see stars. Instinctively, Yin Luo reached out to steady herself by holding onto his waist. Just as she regained her footing, Mu Changqing's cold words fell from above: "Do you treat my words as mere whispers in the wind?"
In such an intimate position, they exchanged icy words. Yin Luo took a deep breath and looked up at him: "I’ve said before that I don’t need to listen to anyone because no one is my master; I am my own master. Therefore, I have no obligation to heed your words."
"Nie—Qing—Cheng!" Those three words were spat out through gritted teeth, almost bursting from his mouth, showing clear signs of anger.
Yin Luo awaited his outburst. However, just then, Mu Fengyan unexpectedly returned and appeared at the door. The word "Luo" caught in his throat as he stared blankly at the two inside the hall. Mu Changqing clearly heard the commotion but didn’t turn around; he merely glared fiercely at Yin Luo as if he could hurt her with his gaze.
Yin Luo struggled but couldn’t break free; his grip remained unyielding. Annoyed, she looked up at him but unexpectedly found herself in darkness for a moment when something cold pressed against her lips.
He kissed her.
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