Chu Yuan stepped forward and grilled the last few skewers of meat with Yan Ling, lowering her voice: "Young Master Yan, You Yue has something to say, but I don't know if I should."

Yan Ling glanced at her sideways; the young man had handsome features, and his peach blossom eyes, when he smiled, were an alluring sight.

His voice was hearty and pleasant: "Go on."

“Zhou Yanzhi is untrustworthy.” Her tone was firm: “It’s not because he comes from Xingwuwei, nor is it because he judges people by their appearance, but because of his nature.”

Prince Yan is a righteous and upright gentleman, but he shouldn't assume that everyone in the world should be like that.

His Majesty has always been suspicious of the Yan family, and the Crown Prince of Yan should understand this better than anyone else. At this moment, is it really not suspicious that someone like Zhou Yanzhi would suddenly appear?

"The Crown Prince of Yan is so utterly without any sense of self-preservation; I fear that when he commits a grave mistake one day, it will be too late for regrets!"

Chu Yuan's words undoubtedly crossed the line. She was not related to the Yan family; they were just casual acquaintances. For her to suddenly say such things, any normal person would think she was crazy!

However, Zhou Yanzhi always wanted to steal Yan Mu's handwriting and seal to forge evidence of the Yan family's treason. In the end, Zhou Yanzhi's existence was a ticking time bomb. Even though he had been poisoned and would surely die in a month, Chu Yuan still felt uneasy.

No matter how anxious she is, it's not as effective as the person involved taking precautions themselves.

Therefore, Chu Yuan no longer cared about overstepping her bounds; in short, she had no ill intentions towards Yan Ling and the others.

As expected, Yanling stared at him as if he were a monster.

Chu Yuan shrugged. "Your Highness Yan may not believe me, but how could You Yue, a mere woman, understand these things?"

Yan Ling tilted her head slightly. Zhou Yanzhi, who was slightly drunk in the pavilion, should not have heard their conversation.

He felt relieved, his lips moved slightly, full of confusion: "Miss You Yue, why did you risk warning me? What if I thought you were sowing discord and had ill intentions, and I blamed you?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuan showed no worry, but instead revealed a bright smile, and couldn't help but grab the boy's strong forearm, "Yan Ling, you believe it, you believe it, right?"

The latter froze, and like a slow-motion scene in a movie, slowly moved her gaze downwards, finally landing on Chu Yuan's fair and slender fingers that were holding her.

Her beautiful and radiant face, usually so polite and courteous, was now beaming with a smile, her watery eyes captivating.

Yan Ling's heart skipped a beat for some reason, and she hurriedly looked away. "Tell me the reason."

Chu Yuan's eyes darted around, and she coughed lightly: "What if I said that I have long admired Prince Yan?"