Shui Yixuan looked at him deeply, and then strode away from Prince Yi's Mansion. As Beiming Yi watched his departing figure, he felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Do you think we're being a bit excessive? That... Murong Xue, she probably isn't one to hold grudges, right?"
Beitang Qing wore a self-deceiving expression: "Brother, you said it yourself, do you believe it?"
The corners of Beiming Yi's mouth twitched slightly, as if believing in a ghost; if he truly believed it, would he need to ask you for psychological comfort?
"Brother, instead of worrying about this and that, I actually think you should prepare for your marriage as soon as possible. Although this Seventh Princess is not a legitimate princess, we have gained such a huge advantage, we shouldn't lose face, right? Besides, with this cooperation, I'm confident you'll have a stronger foundation."
