Yan Qianyi's back slammed against the door, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at Mu Yunlie's dark and fierce gaze.
Just now in that room, he had been protecting her, not even letting the rain touch her.
At that moment, she had felt somewhat touched.
How could he suddenly change his face like this?
She grasped Mu Yunlie's wrist, struggling to ask, "What... what are you doing?"
Mu Yunlie's brows were tightly furrowed, his handsome face tense. "Just now, they mentioned that you are the Prince's sister, and that you shouldn't be harmed."
"So... what are you trying to say?"
"No one knows we are staying here, except your brother and Queen Andelle."
Yan Qianyi's mouth fell open in astonishment.
So he suspected that she and her brother had colluded, arranging for these people to assassinate him?
Mu Yunlie's pitch-black eyes were tinged with a few streaks of vicious red, his voice hoarse, "So you want my life that badly?"
He had known early on that she was no ordinary girl.
