Murong Duan was almost driven mad with anxiety.
"Where have you taken Bai Yingying!"
"It was you, wasn't it!"
"Song Mu... I don't care if you are Song Mu or whoever, speak up! Tell me! Where is she!"
I rested my chin on my hand, sitting by the window, watching Murong Duan rampage in my room like a mad demon, and could only sigh.
"The Prince really can't hold his temper."
"Are you worried about Baili Ying's safety, or are you worried that after Baili Ying dies, you won't be able to use her banner to openly rebel and overturn the present regime?"
After all, the Crown Prince is doing quite well now.
Murong Duan was almost flipping the table, his face already contorted.
So what if Song Mu was the woman he once loved?
The world naturally mattered more!
Without Baili Ying, how could he make his next move!
He would be missing the most crucial step.
I shook my head, sighing at his impatience.
