The moment the door closed, Qingchen took a complicated look inside. He still seemed unable to understand why Seventh Brother would let this woman in for no reason.

But when he saw Hongyu rushing out not long after, he seemed to understand something, especially the fact that the little girl had red eyes and a sad face. There was no trace of her usual unrestrained and carefree look. He was stunned immediately.

What made him even more incomprehensible was that Seventh Brother actually asked him to catch up?

After Qingchen's mouth twitched several times, he finally couldn't stand the pressure from someone and moved his steps reluctantly.

In the room, Xia Yunhe looked at the mess on the ground with a pale face. Like a frightened deer, she shrank her neck nervously and stood there at a loss. Her trembling voice sounded intermittently: "My lord, I didn't mean it."

Wei Jie waved at her calmly: "Go down!"

"But, but Your Majesty, the princess, the princess..."

Wei Jie glanced at her expressionlessly. Xia Yunhe trembled and her face turned paler. She didn't dare to say another word and retreated in a panic. The moment the door closed, no one noticed that there was a deep hatred flashing in her lowered eyes.

The room finally became quiet again. Wei Jie pinched his brows tiredly, but he was in no mood to turn a page of the book in his hand. He stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the emerald green lake surrounding Youyue Tower, but his eyes were filled with endless coldness.

Qingchen chased after Hongyu, and after leaving Youyue Lake, he grabbed her. Hongyu turned around and saw that it was him, and her eyes flashed coldly: "Let go!"

Qingchen met her icy eyes and sneered, "What? You can't stand it? Isn't our Princess Hongyu braver with every setback?"

"What do you care? Are you going to let it go or not?"

Hongyu was full of pride, and her voice was as cold and sharp as an ice peak. She made Qingchen seem to be reminded of the unruly and headstrong Sixth Princess of the past.

At the moment when he was careless, Princess Hongyu had already broken free from his restraints. She pulled the whip at her waist and threw it to the ground with force. Instantly, a crisp whip sound was heard, accompanied by Princess Hongyu's cold threat: "If you take another step forward, I will whip you to death!"

Qingchen suddenly became interested and raised his eyebrows. In front of Hongyu, he moved his wrists and ankles seriously and hooked his finger at the princess: "Come on, I'm angry too, why don't we compete today?"

Hongyu was irritated by his frivolity and disdain. She screamed "Ah" and swung the whip in her hand towards Qingchen without mercy.

Qingchen curled the corners of his lips, and when the whip with strong wind was about to hit his cheek, which he thought was handsome, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the whip with great force, easily wrapped it around, and pulled it hard. Hongyu didn't expect him to be so powerful. Caught off guard, she pounced towards Qingchen uncontrollably.