"Yun Luofeng!" Gao Ling could not resist bellowing, clenching his fists so tight until they rattled. "I'm warning you, don't go too far! I will definitely not agree on this matter!"
Yun Luofeng folded her arms across her chest, she cast a side glance at the ashen-faced Gao Ling, chuckling. "Does His Highness the Crown Prince think I can cure this elderly person for certain? Otherwise, why wouldn't you dare accept my terms?"
"You..." Gao Ling's veins protruded on his temple, a clear indication that he was about to get furious.
Then, a warm, jade-like hand grasped his fist, followed by Mu Wushuang's graceful and sweet-sounding voice shortly after.
"Crown Prince, what would be the harm in agreeing to this condition? Wushuang trusts that she would not have the opportunity to make Crown Prince raise his hands against me." Wushuang was smiling gently, a completely different person from her normally cold and graceful self.
