"Hehe, Miss Yanran's analysis is indeed thorough, whether it's a loss, a win, or a draw, that all depends on what Tuoba Zhan wants," Mu Rufeng said with a light smile.
"Crown Prince, I have heard that you neither seek pleasure among flowers nor have a confidante, nor do you favor beautiful servants."
"I am somewhat curious, Crown Prince, is it that you have some issue in that regard, or do you perhaps have a preference for the love of your fellow men?" Zhao Yanran stared intently into Mu Rufeng's eyes as she suddenly asked.
"Hmm?" Mu Rufeng was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this.
What situation is this, how could Zhao Yanran even ask such a thing? How was Mu Rufeng supposed to answer?
As someone who didn't interact much with women and was rather bashful, Mu Rufeng truly felt embarrassed.
"I have no such preference, and there are no problems in that regard," Mu Rufeng said.
