She almost shouted these words, expressing her grief, disappointment, and anger at being wrongly accused to the fullest.

During the Gu family dinner, Han Feng was ordered to fight in the northern border and did not know the details of the explosion at that time.

He questioned:

"What is Yue'er's reason for harming people?"

Jing Yi's scarlet eyes stared straight at Yue'er, his gaze as cold as a ghost seeking revenge:

“Why don’t you admit it!”

He stepped forward, the sword in his hand approaching Yue'er:

"At the beginning, I gave you the bamboo flute and asked you to return it to Yunying, but you didn't give it back to her!"

He stepped forward angrily, the murderous intent in his eyes almost burning:

"Later, the Yunying appeared in Zhang Fei's hand. You put it there on purpose! You framed Yunying!"

"ah--"

Yue'er was frightened out of her wits.

When the original incident was exposed, she couldn't find the words to explain. She felt empty inside. She tightly grasped Han Feng's clothes, hid behind him, and said in panic:

"I don't!"

"I didn't harm Zhang Fei, nor did I harm Yun Ying! I have never done anything like that, and I have returned the bamboo flute to Yun Ying! Lord Han Feng, please believe me, I was wronged!"

She cried out loudly for justice.

Jing Yi really couldn't stand her hypocritical face and even wanted to tear her apart. He even found arguing with Yue'er disgusting.

The sword in his hand suddenly became sharp and stabbed towards Yue'er.

"ah!"

Han Feng pushed Yue'er away and raised his sword to block.

Jing Yi was angry: "Get out of the way!"

Han Feng said: "This is Prince Chen's Mansion, how can we allow an outsider like you to mess around!"

"If you don't let me, I'll kill you too!"

Jing Yi's eyes turned red and he rushed directly towards Han Feng.

Han Feng was not to be outdone and fought with him.

The two men started fighting.

Swords collided, their auras intertwined, coldness and murderous intent collided fiercely, sparks flew, and the air was filled with a thick murderous aura.

Yue'er was standing nearby, her legs going limp with fear.

Finished...

Young Master Jing has found out. Given his temper, he will definitely hold on to her tightly and fight her to the death.

What happened back then can no longer be concealed...

The two fought fiercely, but Jing Yi was still at a disadvantage. He had just been beaten up by Ling Qianyi and was covered in wounds. At this moment, he was only holding on with his anger. How could he be a match for Han Feng?

Within five minutes, he was beaten to one knee on the ground.

Han Feng pointed his sword at him and said coldly:

"Jing Yi, you are the princess's man, I will not touch you. I just hope that if you have anything to say, you can find out and produce evidence before you speak. If you wrongly accuse Miss Yue'er again, I will not show mercy!"

Seeing this, Yue'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the cold wind likes her and can block it for her.

Han Feng is the prince's trusted secret guard. As long as she holds on to Han Feng tightly, her life will most likely not be in danger.

After thinking about it, her eyes were slightly red, and she stepped forward with great grievance, crying:

"Master Hanfeng, thank you for believing in me. I am a servant girl of low status, isolated and helpless. If you hadn't protected me, even if Master Jing killed me today, no one would have spoken up for me..."

As she spoke, she took up her sleeves to hide her tears, and her shoulders twitched slightly.

The cold wind felt sorry for her:

"Don't be sad, Miss Yue'er. The clear will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid. Sooner or later, the truth will surface."

"Um……"

ah!

Jing Yi was almost going crazy.

He couldn't stand such a hypocritical Yue'er, couldn't stand this disgusting woman. Even though he was covered in wounds, he struggled to take his last breath and delivered a fatal blow.

"Yue'er!"

"Jing Yi!"