Mo Zili chuckled lightly, and with a detached tone, Yoning said: "If you love her, then you trust her. She is the one I deeply love, and I trust her character. The example raised by the Princess is hardly sufficient to prove anything. Please, Princess, spare yourself from such futile efforts in the future. It would be far more meaningful to spend your time improving yourself than to constantly watch others and schemingly pick on their faults."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Nangong Yu had finally managed to meet with him and lured him out; how could she willingly let him go just like that? She hurriedly ran forward a few steps, calling out loudly: "Brother Zi Qi, listen to me—"
However, Mo Ziqi did not so much as turn his head and strode towards the direction of the main camp.
Nangong Yu ran a few steps, then suddenly let out a cry of "ouch" as she fell to the ground, clutching her twisted ankle, crying out in pain: "Brother Zi Qi, my leg is sprained—"
