"I..." Ji Fenghua pursed her thin lips and said through telepathy, "This is not the place to talk. I'll tell you later."
Mi Xi's eyes darted around, and she smiled sweetly: "Okay."
She was already calculating in her mind: the little devil was indeed still wary of her.
The name Feng Xiao sounds like it's related to the little devil's name, but he's never mentioned it to her. What a cunning fellow.
The onlookers below erupted in uproar, while the faces of the Qu family members on stage turned ashen, as if they had eaten shit.
The Qu family is one of the eight great families of Danling Continent, and has stood tall on Danling Continent for thousands of years!
Their eldest grandson, the most dazzling genius descendant of the Qu family, was openly broken off with his engagement by a woman at the Daoist Couple Banquet!
Such a humiliating disgrace has never been seen in thousands of years!
The Yun family are truly the most deserving of death in this world!
They shouldn't have had such unrealistic ideas about improving the Qu family's bloodline; they should have just imprisoned the woman in the dungeon.
In that case, Qu Jinghuai and his Qu family would not be disgraced, and Qu Jinghuai could also use her to quickly improve his cultivation!
"Lan'er, if you were unwilling, you should have told me earlier, not now..." Qu Jinghuai's eyes suddenly turned cold, but there was still a hint of pity.
"What do you take my Qu family for? Do you think we can tolerate you nodding in agreement one minute and shaking your head in disagreement the next?" Qu Jinxian's roar interrupted Qu Jinghuai's words, devoid of any warmth, only boundless rage.
Song Huilan's frail body trembled, her face turned deathly pale, and tears still clung to her cheeks as she looked apologetically at Qu Jinxian.
But when she met Qu Jinxian's cold and bloodthirsty eyes, all the guilt, entanglement, and tenderness in her heart vanished instantly.
What terrifying eyes! What a terrifying look!
Before those eyes, she seemed like a dead person, her body torn to pieces.
No, her fate might be worse than death!
Song Huilan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and only then did she realize the consequences of her momentary willfulness.
She looked to Qu Jinghuai for help, but Qu Jinghuai's eyes and expression turned cold.
She was as cold as if all the previous tenderness, consideration, indulgence, and pampering were just her own illusion.
Song Huilan opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Can this Daoist banquet be salvaged?
No, she still refused.
Moreover, the Qu family has already lost face because of her, and even if she is willing to make amends, it is already too late.
Song Huilan took one last, reluctant look at Ji Fenghua—the only familiar face she recognized here.
Seeing him was like returning to the ancient temple where she had lived for a short time, yet which had given her endless romantic fantasies.
It was as if I could see again the way His Excellency used all his strength to send her away in the final moments before that world was destroyed.
"Your Majesty, Huilan should have died with you long ago," Song Huilan said with a sad smile. Suddenly, a dagger appeared in her hand, and she stabbed it fiercely into her heart, which had become incredibly soft and warm because of thinking of Your Majesty.
The Qu family members and the surrounding onlookers followed Song Huilan's gaze and shifted to Ji Fenghua, whose brows were furrowed.
Ji Fenghua: "..." She felt a sense of helplessness, as if she had been shot while lying down.
I have tens of thousands of "MMPs" in my heart, but I don't know whether I should say them or not.
You can die if you want, why are you looking at me? I don't even know you!
The Qu family members and Qu Jinghuai all frowned upon seeing Ji Fenghua:
No one understood why Song Huilan was looking at this boy who was only a teenager.
The boy looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old. Surely she wouldn't abandon Qu Jinghuai for him?
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