Upon hearing the voice, Rong Qingqing paused, turned around abruptly, and saw Xie Jingrun walking slowly over from the side.
At this moment, a layer of gloom seemed to shroud his icy face, making people feel inexplicably terrified.
Even from a distance, she could still sense his gaze. He glanced at her indifferently, and then his icy gaze fell on her wrist.
When Feng Mo saw him, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but she finally let go of his hand.
"Commander Xie, what brings you to stroll around the streets?"
“Otherwise, we wouldn’t have witnessed the Third Prince harassing women in the street.” Xie Jingrun had already stood in front of the two of them. His expression was calm, yet he exuded a great sense of pressure.
For some reason, Rong Qingqing felt a little guilty.
She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but Xie Jingrun's gaze made her feel very insecure.
She hung her head and didn't utter a sound.
Feng Mo's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. "Commander Xie, you should watch your words."
"Am I wrong? Then may I ask what the Third Prince intended when he held our old lady's hand just now? Don't tell me you were reading her palm. I've never heard of the Third Prince having such a side business." Xie Jingrun glanced at him, his tone extremely impolite.
Feng Mo was speechless.
Rong Qingqing felt a chill run down her spine. These words were not only a sarcastic remark about Feng Mo, but also a warning to her.
She felt it necessary to clarify things at this point, otherwise, if Xie Jingrun were to accuse her of having an affair, she would be in big trouble.
After thinking for a moment, she began, "My lord, you've misunderstood. What's going on between us..." She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Xie Jingrun stared at her cold, emotionless eyes.
Rong Qingqing's heart suddenly pounded; the great demon's eyes were terrifying.
Xie Jingrun turned his gaze back to Feng Mo, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's better to be rude than to be immoral, Third Prince. Don't you agree?"
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing broke out in a cold sweat.
Xie Jingrun is indeed arrogant.
Feng Mo's temples were bulging with veins. He stepped forward, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Xie Jingrun, don't think you can do whatever you want just because my father favors you. Without my father's favor, you are nothing."
Xie Jingrun was not angry upon hearing this. He glanced at him sideways and retorted sarcastically, "Without an empress, what is the Third Prince?"
Feng Mo clenched her fists, stared at him coldly for a moment, and then sneered, "Xie Jingrun, we'll meet again someday!" With that, she turned and left.
Rong Qingqing's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
Seeing the two of them in such a tense standoff, she thought they were going to fight, but Feng Mo proved to be much more patient than she had imagined.
"They've already left, and you still can't bear to part with them?"
A man's gloomy voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Rong Qingqing came to her senses and saw Xie Jingrun staring at her with a gloomy gaze.
He looked like a husband catching his wife cheating.
The thought flashed into her mind, and she froze for a moment.
That's insane, why would she feel that way?
She frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I have nothing with the Third Prince."
"Is it that you don't have feelings for her, or are you still hung up on her?" Xie Jingrun narrowed his eyes, staring at her with ill intent.
Rong Qingqing was very unhappy. "What lingering feelings? My lord, don't talk nonsense."
"Am I just making things up, or are you too guilty to admit it? Rong Qingqing, you'd better remember your place. If I find out that you and Feng Mo are still entangled..." His slender fingers gripped the hilt of the Embroidered Spring Blade, his threat clear, "You'll go underground and keep the old man company."
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