"Retribution?" Mu Ruyue sneered, her lips curling with mockery, "Haven't you heard the saying? It's better to tear down ten temples than to destroy a single marriage. Tell me, upon whose head do you think that retribution will fall first?"
Mu Yixue glared hatefully at Mu Ruyue, retorting, "I just wanted to serve the Prince and become his concubine, I never intended to break up your marriage."
Looking at Mu Yixue's indifference, as if she was a pig not afraid of boiling water, Mu Ruyue felt somewhat helpless. This woman had been spoiled by Mu Qing since childhood, hence she never considered the consequences of her words and deeds. It was clear that Ye Wuchen didn't need any concubine, yet she was still bringing up this matter.
"Xue'er!" Mu Qing's face turned pale, and he said hastily, "Please, Prince, for the sake of Xue'er's youthful ignorance, spare her this time."