When Sima Yan left, Mu Yi did not stay longer. He finally looked at the door of the Ninth Emperor’s closed door, turned around, and left.
Meanwhile, in the emperor’s son-in-law’s manor, Princess Qingluo had long been waiting for him. She waited for a long time until Mu Yi returned. She hurriedly stood up and rushed toward him anxiously.
“How is it?”
She was impatient.
Seeing Princess Qingluo walking over, Mu Yi’s face slightly sank. He sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly.
“She… She does not want to come…”
In the end, he still reported the words truthfully to Qingluo.
This was what Princess Qingluo had expected.
Therefore, when Qingluo saw Mu Yi this way, she did not seem surprised. She sneered.
“Mu Yi, if she does not want to come, we cannot force her. After all, I have already given her an opportunity, but she did not grab it!”
‘Little Nine, that b*tch! She not only wanted to steal away Mu Yi, but she even humiliated my daughter. Does she think that I will let her go?’
A cold light flashed in her eyes, a coldness that made people shudder.
Mu Yi’s heart thumped. He knew that Princess Qingluo was very angry, but Little Nine was his daughter. How could he bear to see her suffer…
“Qingluo…” Mu Yi suddenly thought of Sima Yan’s words. He gritted his teeth and said, “Did the emperor say anything to you before?”
“What?” There was a cold light in her eyes. “Do you think my father has said other things to me? And that I would omit that? Mu Yi, I have never thought that you will think of me like that! If there is something about me that you are unhappy about, then just tell me! I, Qingluo, have endured all these years in this family for you. I gave up my glory and wealth as a princess. I had made my father resent me, so what more do you want?”
Each sentence carried anger and disappointment.
In the past, Mu Yi did not care about Princess Qingluo. It was the old lady who forced him to marry, and he never cared about her.
However, this time, seeing the disappointment in Qingluo’s eyes, his heart trembled, and he closed his eyes in guilt.
“Qingluo, I don’t mean it that way.” His voice was a little choked and hoarse, and he slowly opened his eyes. “I just…”
“That’s enough!”
Qingluo angrily raised her hand and pushed Mu Yi, who wanted to approach her, away, and her eyes were filled with grief. “You would rather believe Sima Yan over me? Mu Yi, I, Qingluo, vouch for myself that I have never wronged you all these years. If you still pity Little Nine, then I do the same.
“She is your daughter. How could I not accept her? Even though I have thought about it, as long as she is willing to come back, I will ask Qingya to give up her room!
“But, why are you treating me like this? Not only did you suspect me for not telling the whole truth earlier, but you also broke Qingya’s heart for Little Nine! She only went to meet Little Nine for your sake, but Little Nine treated her like this, and as a father, you failed to do her justice!”
Tears flowed from Qingluo’s eyes, and her voice sounded heartbreaking.
“No matter how much Little Nine dislikes me, I have accepted it. After all, it is true that I snatched you from her, and because of me, the old lady does not like her, but… If she wants to go away, it is her own choice. Why do you put the fault on Qingya and me? Her mother is no longer alive, so why must you keep her in your heart for life?”