Chapter 232 Going Along with the Culprits
Mu Jianjian felt the warm breath coming from her ear and was startled. She subconsciously turned her head and saw a man in white brocade robes with a resentful expression.
Mu Jianjian: !
Holy crap, how did this person suddenly appear here?
Completely unprepared!
"I...I...I..." She was so overwhelmed by the oppressive aura emanating from the other person that permeated the entire courtyard that she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Why would anyone enjoy whispering in someone's ear?
Even if Nian Qing was ruthless to others, he always maintained a gentle and refined facade in front of her. Now, for the first time, she had torn through his disguise.
“Miss Mu has truly broken my heart once again.” Nian Qing, expressionless, noticed the misty tears in Mu Jianjian’s eyes as she had been acting. After pulling the frail girl into his arms, he looked up and met the gazes of a man and a woman.
"Linglong, be careful, his aura is that of a cultivator from the Demon Realm." A ball of white light immediately appeared in Yan Feng'an's hand.
When Dongfang Linglong first saw the cultivators from the Demon Palace, she shyly hid behind the man and placed her hand on her heart, which was already pounding.
Waaaaah... Could it be that my sister is really a cultivator from the Demon Realm, or was she threatened by a Demon Realm cultivator?
With two topics in mind, Dongfang Linglong immediately chose the latter.
"Um, Nian Qing, let me explain, it's all a misunderstanding..." Mu Jianjian felt a little dizzy when she heard Yan Feng'an see through Nian Qing's identity at a glance, but she still tried her best to break the tense atmosphere between the four of them.
"A misunderstanding?" For the first time, the smile vanished from Nian Qing's fair face, and the amusement in her eyes disappeared completely. "He has already set up a killing formation in the courtyard to kill me. What misunderstanding is this? Besides..."
A killing formation?
Mu Jianjian suddenly turned her head to look at Yan Feng'an, who was radiating white light, and realized that he had started to get serious.
"Besides, Miss Mu has never cried in front of me, so how could she shed tears in front of others?" The male voice was tinged with helplessness. A chess piece appeared in front of the two of them and collided with the white light coming from the opposite side. Even the aftershocks were absorbed and dissipated.
Hearing the strange content of these words, Mu Jianjian had countless complaints in her mind, but for a moment she didn't know where to begin.
"You are clearly a righteous cultivator, why do you collude with the people of the Demonic Palace?" Yan Feng'an's expression grew increasingly grim as he watched the white light array he had set up being easily neutralized by the man.
"To collude with evil? Have the cultivators of the Demon Palace done many evil deeds?" Mu Jianjian felt inexplicably annoyed when she heard this phrase.
"Are you really unaware, or are you pretending to be ignorant?" Yan Feng'an said coldly. "Back then, the leader of the Demon Palace should not have lived as an illegitimate child. The Emperor spared his life, which was already a great favor. Not only was he ungrateful, but he also attacked the Empress on his birthday. She was his birth mother!"
The man's cold words struck Mu Jianjian's heart. Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly but firmly shook her head. "No, it's not like that at all!"
She recalled the aloof white-clad boy and the short attendant behind him, and a lump formed in her throat. Yet her words were crystal clear, each syllable distinct: "He never begged anyone to let him be born. It was all just their wishful thinking. The child is innocent, yet you imprison him beneath the sacred lake. Is this what you call kindness or grace?"
The Emperor and Empress treated their two sons very differently, and even wanted the young prince to risk his life!
She didn't feel there was anything wrong with fighting back after being forced into a desperate situation.
Reason told Mu Jianjian that if she refuted Yan Feng'an's words at this moment, she would confirm what he said. However, when she thought of the little prince she had spent every day with, she subconsciously put these things out of her mind.
A soft sigh reached my ears, but it vanished with the wind, unheard by anyone.
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