"You..."
Madman!
Leng Yu Yan was so angry she wanted to curse, fire nearly sparking in her eyes.
"Don't worry, we are just becoming betrothed."
His thin lips slightly pursed, his complexion as cold and indifferent as water.
Truly, he appeared gentle as a mild breeze under the bright moon, yet he acted in dark, coldblooded ways.
How could there be such a contradictory and despicable person?
"I've figured it out!" Leng Yu Yan snorted coldly and laughed mockingly, "You have a short life, and the Emperor wants to find you a wife, but you don't want to harm the one you love, so you forcefully drag me into this."
She had even disguised herself as ugly!
Yet he didn't care about marrying an ugly wife, there had to be a reason.
After thinking it through, there could only be this reason!
Ye Yiheng sat back in his chair, his hands pausing as he adjusted his sleeves, "Think whatever you like."