“She should not suffer from constraints and be free. It’s you! Who clipped her wings for your own personal desire and insisted on planting her inside this small box known as the palace,” Cult Master Ding berated.
Mo Lian and Qiao Mu exchanged glances in dismay.
To what extent did this person want to talk to himself?
“Qiaoqiao, leave together with me!” Cult Master Ding stretched his hand out to her and told her in a strange tone, “You can abandon all of this and soar in the sky and journey through the forest on this vast earth. You should soar on the wings of a cyclone and not be trapped in this tiny place, satisfied with your present situation as a crown prince consort…”
Qiao Mu directly threw out an ice blade that glided through the air at Cult Master Ding.
However, Cult Master Ding neither dodged nor evaded, merely gazing faintly at the little lady.
At the same time, a small figure suddenly leapt out from the side and blocked in front of him.
The blade that Qiao Mu threw pierced through the other party’s shoulder, producing a bloodstain the color of rouge.
“Young Sir, many guards are heading this way, we should leave quickly!” Baoyan exclaimed anxiously.
Cult Master Ding stared at her coldly.
Yet Mo Lian lifted his eyebrow and suddenly understood. “You are that Ding Yun of Beijing Manor?”
Previously, he had seen this lass Baoyan before. Perhaps others would forget people they only saw once, but with Crown Prince Mo’s photographic memory, it was impossible for him to forget people he had seen before.
So Ding Tingding’s real identity was the Young Master of Beijing Manor?
Mo Lian was a bit surprised because the legends of Beijing Manor had never stopped.
Darling Qiao was confused.
What Young Master of Beijing Manor? Wasn’t this the Thief Sage Ding Tingding!
Mo Lian suddenly turned to look at his wifey, who was also looking up at him, but in puzzlement.
He finally set his mind at rest and couldn’t resist chuckling. “It’s nothing.”
He then walked up and held her wrist gently. “Qiaoqiao, don’t be scared.”
Qiao Mu rolled her eyes at him uncontrollably. She really didn’t know how he concluded that she was scared!
“Let us go, Young Sir!!” Baoyan lunged over to clutch Ding Yun’s sleeve, yanking him with all her might.
“Qiaoqiao, you really don’t remember those two days we spent together?”
Qiao Mu was expressionless!
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Cult Master Ding suddenly directed his gaze at Crown Prince Mo. “That day Qiaoqiao promised me that she will be together with me in the future…”
“Impossible.” Mo Lian interrupted him coldly without pondering over it. “She would not promise you anything.”
Qiao Mu’s heart leapt, and she raised her petite head to peer at her Mo Lian.
“Ha, you’re just so confident?”
“Humph, if I don’t believe her, should I believe you?” Mo Lian sneered as he cast him a glance. “Ding Yun, as today is this crown prince’s wedding, I don’t want to kill, which would spoil this joyous occasion. Nor do I want to make things difficult for you, this pitiable person. Leave immediately, and I’ll spare your life.”
“Let us go, Young Sir, go!” Baoyan pulled Cult Master Ding hard.
“I will still come back to look for you. I hope you will have thought it through by that time.” Ding Yun smiled brightly as he looked at her deeply. After saying this, he let Baoyan pull him along as they left the Eastern Palace rapidly.
Qiao Mu looked up at Mo Lian glumly.
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“She should not suffer from constraints and be free. It’s you! Who clipped her wings for your own personal desire and insisted on planting her inside this small box known as the palace,” Cult Master Ding berated.
Mo Lian and Qiao Mu exchanged glances in dismay.
To what extent did this person want to talk to himself?
“Qiaoqiao, leave together with me!” Cult Master Ding stretched his hand out to her and told her in a strange tone, “You can abandon all of this and soar in the sky and journey through the forest on this vast earth. You should soar on the wings of a cyclone and not be trapped in this tiny place, satisfied with your present situation as a crown prince consort…”
Qiao Mu directly threw out an ice blade that glided through the air at Cult Master Ding.
However, Cult Master Ding neither dodged nor evaded, merely gazing faintly at the little lady.
At the same time, a small figure suddenly leapt out from the side and blocked in front of him.
The blade that Qiao Mu threw pierced through the other party’s shoulder, producing a bloodstain the color of rouge.
“Young Sir, many guards are heading this way, we should leave quickly!” Baoyan exclaimed anxiously.
Cult Master Ding stared at her coldly.
Yet Mo Lian lifted his eyebrow and suddenly understood. “You are that Ding Yun of Beijing Manor?”
Previously, he had seen this lass Baoyan before. Perhaps others would forget people they only saw once, but with Crown Prince Mo’s photographic memory, it was impossible for him to forget people he had seen before.
So Ding Tingding’s real identity was the Young Master of Beijing Manor?
Mo Lian was a bit surprised because the legends of Beijing Manor had never stopped.
Darling Qiao was confused.
What Young Master of Beijing Manor? Wasn’t this the Thief Sage Ding Tingding!
Mo Lian suddenly turned to look at his wifey, who was also looking up at him, but in puzzlement.
He finally set his mind at rest and couldn’t resist chuckling. “It’s nothing.”
He then walked up and held her wrist gently. “Qiaoqiao, don’t be scared.”
Qiao Mu rolled her eyes at him uncontrollably. She really didn’t know how he concluded that she was scared!
“Let us go, Young Sir!!” Baoyan lunged over to clutch Ding Yun’s sleeve, yanking him with all her might.
“Qiaoqiao, you really don’t remember those two days we spent together?”
Qiao Mu was expressionless!
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Cult Master Ding suddenly directed his gaze at Crown Prince Mo. “That day Qiaoqiao promised me that she will be together with me in the future…”
“Impossible.” Mo Lian interrupted him coldly without pondering over it. “She would not promise you anything.”
Qiao Mu’s heart leapt, and she raised her petite head to peer at her Mo Lian.
“Ha, you’re just so confident?”
“Humph, if I don’t believe her, should I believe you?” Mo Lian sneered as he cast him a glance. “Ding Yun, as today is this crown prince’s wedding, I don’t want to kill, which would spoil this joyous occasion. Nor do I want to make things difficult for you, this pitiable person. Leave immediately, and I’ll spare your life.”
“Let us go, Young Sir, go!” Baoyan pulled Cult Master Ding hard.
“I will still come back to look for you. I hope you will have thought it through by that time.” Ding Yun smiled brightly as he looked at her deeply. After saying this, he let Baoyan pull him along as they left the Eastern Palace rapidly.
Qiao Mu looked up at Mo Lian glumly.
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