Dongfang Yu's eyes slowly darkened. She then placed her hand on the hilt of her sword as a cold light enveloped her beautiful face.
"Yu'er," Grand Lord Hong Lian said her name as he held Dongfang Yu firmly in his arms. His cold and grim gaze swept across the people in front of him and his lips curled into a cold and hard angle. "The Murong family sure loves taking advantage of others. Since that's the case, I'm not going to stand back and watch while my wife is being bullied!"
Rush!
He then took one step forward as his red robes fluttered against the wind. His figure looked incomparably cold and grim.
"You don't know what's good for you!"
Murong Qian laughed icily. Her lips were curled complacently, clearly placing no great importance on the people in front of her.
"Eldest Lady, if you don't go now, that fellow is going to get away."
The old man sighed exasperatedly and shook his head.
