She kept silent while he just stared at her.
"If you're really worried, you can go and collect his corpse."
"You!" Mo Qinghuan clenched her fists in anger. He glanced at her hands and then flicked his sleeves away.
But in his heart, he thought, "Qinghuan, as long as you chase after me, I won't blame you."
Mo Qinghuan watched his back, thinking of those who died at his hands. She bit her lips and frowned tightly.
After a long while, as if making a momentous decision, she turned around and walked towards the inn.
The moment she turned around, Mu Yanming stopped in his tracks.
He slowly turned around, only to see Mo Qinghuan's departing back.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His eyes turned blood - red from extreme restraint, looking terrifying.
The moment he could no longer see her figure, he let out a cold laugh. "Sure enough, in the end, everyone will leave me."
She ran towards the inn, with extremely complicated feelings along the way.
Finally reaching the inn, she saw Lu Zixiu seeing Bai Ke out.
Bai Ke saw her and waved at her, shouting, "Your Highness."
"Oh no!"
She had misunderstood Mu Yanming. She turned around and ran back in the direction she had come from.
Bai Ke looked at herself in confusion, then at the surroundings and behind.
She didn't find anything scary. Why did the Princess turn around and run away in fright when she saw her?
When she got back to the place, she couldn't see Mu Yanming's figure anymore.
She stood there, looking around, but still couldn't find Mu Yanming.
She had no choice but to run quickly towards the Prince's Mansion.
At the gate of the Prince's Mansion, the gatekeeper saw her gasping for breath and stepped forward to ask.
"Your Highness, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"
She supported the man's shoulder. "Has the Prince returned?"
The gatekeeper nodded.
"But his face..." The gatekeeper hadn't finished saying that his complexion was not good when Mo Qinghuan had already run away.
She didn't go back to the Yangyang Palace but went straight to the study. Her intuition told her that Mu Yanming must have locked himself in the study.
Sure enough, when she got to the Jingting Garden, Jing Hua was guarding at the door.
Seeing Mo Qinghuan, he mercilessly raised his hand to stop her.
She stood still and looked at Jing Hua.
Jing Hua lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, "Your Highness, I'm sorry. The Prince has given the order that no one is allowed to enter, especially you."
Hearing this, her breathing almost missed a beat. She quickly raised her hand to brush her hair to hide her emotions.
"Your Highness, did you have a quarrel with the Prince? When the Prince came back just now, his face looked so ugly. It scared me to death!"
He raised his hand and patted his chest.
Hearing Mo Qinghuan say, "Yes, I made him angry."
"No wonder. But Your Highness, you're really amazing!" With that, he gave Mo Qinghuan a thumbs - up.
"What do you mean?"
Jing Hua pulled her to sit in front of the stone table beside them. "Since we returned to the capital, we haven't seen the Prince in a fit of rage for a long time. The last time was on the border."
She suddenly stood up. "A fit of rage? How enraged was he?"
Jing Hua looked in the direction of the room. "When the Prince came back just now, he smashed all the things in the room. I was frightened just listening outside. Sigh!" Jing Hua sighed. "I don't know what the room looks like now."
Seeing Jing Hua sitting there in a daze, looking in the direction of the room with his chin in his hand, Mo Qinghuan took the opportunity to dash in when he wasn't paying attention.
By the time Jing Hua realized what was happening, she had already pushed the door open and walked in.
The floor was in a mess, with books and pieces of teacups scattered everywhere.
Mu Yanming was sitting in front of the desk, supporting his forehead with both hands. The blood on his hands flowed down his back into his sleeves.
A pang of pain shot through her heart. She walked towards Mu Yanming step by step.
She walked around the desk and stood beside him. Mo Qinghuan gently placed her hand on his shoulder.
He suddenly looked up. His scarlet eyes made Mo Qinghuan tremble.
He closed his eyes and turned his head, saying in a deep voice, "Get out!"
"Mu Yanming, I'm sorr..." Before she could finish the word "sorry", her hand was swept away by Mu Yanming. She took a few steps back and bumped into the bookshelf.
She rubbed her arm, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Mu Yanming gritted his teeth tightly, forcing himself not to care about her.
"Get out!" he said again.
Mo Qinghuan still didn't obey. She turned around, took out the disinfection tools from her space, walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and was about to treat his wound.
But Mu Yanming reversed his grip on her wrist.
"You're not Mo Qinghuan!"
She suddenly looked up at Mu Yanming. She clearly saw her panicked self in his eyes.
Mu Yanming grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.
"Who on earth are you? Where did these strange things of yours come from?"
He stepped closer to Mo Qinghuan step by step, looking down at her. A huge pressure was exerted on her.
Mo Qinghuan bit her lips tightly and said nothing. Her wrist was almost broken by Mu Yanming, but she still didn't utter a sound.
"You won't say, right? I have plenty of ways to make you talk!"
He pressed against Mo Qinghuan's body and leaned in. When his cold lips touched Mo Qinghuan's slightly warm neck, she suddenly shuddered.
Mu Yanming was momentarily distracted and bit her hard.
The pain made her tears fall immediately. She raised her hand to push him away.
But he grabbed both of her wrists and held them above her head.
"Say it, or not?" His tone was very slow. Looking at Mo Qinghuan's tear - streaked face, he seemed to waver.
"What do you want me to say? Don't you know whether I'm Mo Qinghuan or not?" Her sobbing voice hit Mu Yanming's heart again and again.
He felt that he was about to lose control. He was afraid that he would hug her tightly in his arms in the next second.
Seeing that Mu Yanming didn't say a word for a long time, she suddenly looked up. The moment their eyes met, she clearly saw the distress in his eyes.
She tiptoed and covered his cold lips, whispering softly, "I'm really Mo Qinghuan."
She closed her eyes and kissed him the way he used to kiss her.
Mu Yanming watched her with her eyes closed, her eyelashes with teardrops trembling slightly, as if they were brushing across his heart.
Unconsciously, he put his arm around Mo Qinghuan's waist and deepened the kiss.
Mo Qinghuan was kissed so dizzy that she didn't know up from down. Even her vision began to blur.
Mu Yanming picked her up horizontally and walked into the inner room of the study, where there was a couch.
It was where he usually rested.
When Mo Qinghuan woke up, Mu Yanming was no longer beside her.
She opened her eyes and looked around, only to find that she was already lying in the bed in the Yangyang Palace.
Seeing her getting up, Dan Er walked up to her beaming. "Your Highness, you're awake. Are you hungry?"
Mo Qinghuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Suddenly, her legs went weak and she almost fell.
Dan Er stepped forward to support her, but turned her head and snickered.