This was the last time she would be in close proximity to Mu Feiyu. Even though she had made ample preparations beforehand, she was still too nervous and somewhat absent-minded.
Clenching her fist tightly, a dagger beneath her sleeve gleamed coldly. Yu Qianqian kept a close eye on her opponent's every move, not wanting to miss a single detail, and trying her best not to reveal any flaws.
"We have arrived at the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Please, Your Highness and Princess, alight from your sedan chairs!"
Another loud shout rang out, and the wedding procession immediately stopped, with a row of bridal sedan chairs landing on the ground in unison.
She had been on tenterhooks the whole way from the Regent's Palace, never letting her guard down. Now that this moment had finally arrived, she was somewhat out of control.
Mu Feiyu got out of the sedan chair first, and the people around her quickly stepped aside. Yu Qianqian followed closely behind. She stared at the other's back and seized the opportunity. She suddenly swung her palm, intending to stab Mu Feiyu in the back with a dagger, but unexpectedly saw Mu Beichen in the crowd.
She quickly tucked her arm back into her sleeve, then turned her gaze to look into the crowd again, but she could no longer find Mu Beichen.
She thought that the glance just now was just her imagination, but the moment she turned around, Mu Beichen's figure had already landed in front of her. Then, before anyone could exclaim in surprise, Mu Feiyu's people surrounded them. All of this seemed like a premeditated plan.
He gazed intently at her, his burning gaze piercing through her panicked eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Ah Jin, come with me now, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
Glancing at the assembled experts around her, Yu Qianqian felt a chill run down her spine. She suddenly had a bad feeling that all of this was a trap set up in advance by Mu Feiyu, and she was determined not to let him succeed.
She turned her gaze, her eyes flashing with cold light as she looked at Mu Beichen. "Mu Beichen, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. You can leave." She turned her back to him, her cold and resolute voice clear and distinct.
"Why?" He rushed over, his voice trembling even more. "We've only been apart for a few days, and now everything has changed. Tell me, why?"
Mu Beichen's face was ashen, and he stood there stunned for a long time. At this moment, his eyes and heart were filled with Yu Qianqian, but Yu Qianqian did not look at him. Her cold gaze gradually fell to the ground, and she spoke these words very quickly.
"Because I look down on your lowly status, because I don't like people with disabilities. Rather than suffering with you, I prefer to depend on someone powerful and wealthy to enjoy a life of ease. Is that enough?"
After a long pause, no one noticed that her eyes were glistening with tears, which silently slid down to the ground.
Mu Beichen stared at her intently, his heart aching unbearably. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. Despite the menacing guards around him, he remained steadfastly in place, refusing to give up even in the face of death.
The onlookers continued to whisper among themselves, all expressing their dismay at the sudden turn of events.
Mu Feiyu had been standing to the side for quite some time. Looking at the two people entangled in front of her, a sly smile gradually appeared on her face, and she deliberately coughed lightly.
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