"I... I..." Mu Anran stared blankly at the Priest, utterly at a loss for words.
Qin Zheng was growing impatient. He grabbed Mu Anran's hand tightly, "Mumu, hurry and say you're willing, will you?"
Mu Anran scanned the area around her, noticing a bodyguard stationed at intervals.
If she tried to run away by force, she might not even make it out of the castle, let alone escape the forest outside.
"Mumu?" Qin Zheng raised his voice, clearly running out of patience.
"I... My stomach hurts..." Mu Anran suddenly clutched her abdomen, curling up on the ground in agony, "Ah, it hurts so much, it really hurts—"
To make her expression more convincing, she pinched herself hard on the thigh as she fell, bringing tears to her eyes.
"Mumu, what's wrong?"
Sitting on the ground, Mu Anran looked up at Qin Zheng apologetically, "I... I might have eaten something bad last night. Qin Zheng, could you wait for me, I need to go to the washroom?"
