With this thought, Yue Yu once again drew a smile on his face and began to entertain the guests who came and went about in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
He may look calm on the outside, but there was a fierce and violent tempest hidden in his heart.
Only by continuing with the plan could he overthrow the Ming imperial family and become the emperor himself. When he had reached the highest position of power, he would be able to send all those who made Yue Ran suffer to the execution ground and into hell. Or it would be better to torture all of them together.
However, Yue Yu did not know that Ning Ying had actually seen his indifferent and unfathomable look from a distance.
She was startled, and her heart beat fast.
It turned out that Yue Yu was not as gentle and kind as he had first appeared. So was he always acting all the time? Was all his kindness and elegance an illusion, a mask to hide from others?
Ning Ying bit her lower lip slightly.
