Nobody knew what was going through Ye Ling's mind.
Ye Jiu glanced at Hong Meigui, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
He turned and left, following in Ye Ling's footsteps.
Watching Ye Jiu's departing figure, Hong Meigui opened her mouth, reached out her hand halfway, then let it fall limply.
On the way back, Ye Ling looked at Ye Jiu's unhappy expression and spoke up.
"What's the matter, heartbroken? You look so miserable," he said.
Ye Jiu let out a heavy sigh.
"Big brother, can you stop teasing me?" he said.
"I've never even been in love, let alone heartbroken," he said, then turned his head to gaze out the window, looking very preoccupied.
In the Imperial City, Ye Ling sat inside a room, as stable as an old monk in meditation, solidifying his realm.
At that moment, Liu Qingyun of the Wuji Group walked in and bowed respectfully to Ye Ling.
"Northern Liao King, you wanted to see me?" he asked.
Ye Ling nodded.
"Sit down and let's talk!" he said.