A noble princess like her naturally could not bring herself to say some vulgar words. Even when she spoke of "that kind of thing," she lightly covered her lips with her hand because her cheeks turning red.
That shy expression, together with her soft and tender voice, stirred the pity and admiration of all the men watching.
"Princess, please, you must save me," Su Jin wept harder, as if seeing her last hope. "What I said was the truth! It was the Fifth Prince who sneaked out with a man and committing adultery. Yet I am the one to be beaten to death!"
"Don't… don't say anymore." Xie Lianhua's face was flushed scarlet, her delicate cheeks burning red.
Such words would make any well-bred girl blush upon hearing them, let alone if she had truly been the one involved. Her actions once again brought her another wave of praise and admiration from the crowd.
She glanced lightly at the groveling Su Jin on the ground and did not look again.
Instead, she walked up to Yue Mingxuan while speaking softly: "Younger Brother Mingxuan, this slave has always been loyal in serving you. Last night, when she found out you… you had gone missing, she even came crying to me and stayed in my quarters weeping the whole night."
Yue Mingxuan looked at her from the corner of his eye. Standing so close, the contrast between them was stark, she's look radiant and beautiful, while he was disheveled and dirtied like mud.
Who between them appeared truly noble was already clear without words.
After a silent sigh, Yue Mingxuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. But he deliberately put on an expression of surprise and said, "Elder Sister Xie has always cared deeply for me and Su Jin has always been so loyal. But what you are saying now is that, knowing I went missing last night, neither of you tried to search for me. Instead, the two of you wept together until dawn? Since when did Su Jin become so close to Elder Sister Xie that you two share tears like intimate sisters? If I did not know better, I would think you were the best of friends."
"Younger Brother Mingxuan, how can you think of me like this? I only… only worried about you." As if frightened by Yue Mingxuan's cruel thoughts, Xie Lianhua stepped back several times.
Her weak and delicate body trembled, whether from fear or from anger no one could tell.
That fragile willow-like appearance immediately stirred a strong urge of protection in the hearts of all the men watching.
Especially when they saw her sad and helpless expression, they felt even more hatred toward Yue Mingxuan, who they believed had such despicable thoughts.
Yue Mingxuan let out a mocking smile.
A beauty always had this advantage, no matter when, as long as she put on that fragile look like clutching her chest in sorrow, she could instantly gain a large crowd of men cheering for her.
He almost could not stop himself from imagining a whole group of men whose baring their chests and waving their legs high dancing like cheerleaders.