39 Broken ties (1)

Over. It was all over now.

Despair appeared on Mu Ting'er's face and a bitter taste was stuck in her throat. Up until now, she didn't know how everything transpired and what prompted her to involuntarily speak the truth.

"Ting'er, I will definitely discover the truth of this incident and get justice for you." Ye Tianfeng looked lovingly at the delicate woman in his arms. He felt determined to find out the mastermind behind this.

He slowly let go of the delicate woman in his arms, looked up at the livid Mu Qing, and said, "Lord Mu, the tournament has to continue, so please take Ting'er home to rest. The second match will be held in three days. I believe that Ting'er will be back on her feet by then and will definitely win the championship."

Three days was the amount of time he gave Mu Ting'er to recover.

Ye Tianfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and swept his sharp gaze towards Mu Ruyue. A cold grunt escaped from his throat. He couldn't believe that Mu Ruyue had nothing to do with this matter.

"Your Royal Highness…" Mu Ting'er gripped Ye Tianfeng's hand tightly, her eyes brimming with a plea. It was her greatest wish for her beloved man to stay by her side when she was in the worst pain.

However, Ye Tianfeng pushed her hand away.

At that moment, her heart plunged to the bottom, and her beautiful eyes glistened with specks of tears.

"Ting'er, I'll come to you when the competition is over." Ye Tianfeng smiled, his handsome face softly lit. It was so bright and gentle; however, Mu Ting'er felt a coldness in her heart that she had never felt before.

In the end, business was still more important in His Royal Highness' heart. At this time, he still had his mind on the game…

Swallowing the bitterness in her throat, Mu Ting'er forced a fake smile. "Your Royal Highness, I understand."

Even though she was upset, she couldn't show it because His Royal Highness disliked unreasonable women.

"Hmph!" Mu Qing flicked his sleeves and swept his cold eyes over Mu Ruyue's smiling face. He pulled Mu Ting'er's arm and said, "Ting'er, Xue'er, let's go home."

He opened his mouth with no mention of Mu Ruyue.

A light breeze ruffled the lush leaves of a tung tree, obscuring a silvery coat like the moonlight.

The man leaned against a tung tree. His silver mask fittingly only revealed his deep eyes and beautifully defined thin lips.

His eyes fell on the cold bamboo-like woman on the ring and the corner of his mouth tilted upwards, creating a wicked arc. The scene just now might've escaped the eyes of others, but he saw it clearly.

And when his gaze turned to the departing Mu family father and daughters, his eyes sank as he muttered, "It looks like this Mu Family's lot is exhausted, but Mu Ruyue is really an interesting woman. I wonder how much she can bring to the table."

Slim fingertips brushed over his thin lips and the man's smile grew more and more sinister. Perhaps she would be a variable on this continent…

In the Mu Residence's living room, Mu Qing was filled with gloom. He looked coldly at Mu Ruyue who had just walked through the door, slapped the table fiercely, and roared, "Mu Ruyue, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Mu Ruyue's steps faltered and only then did she see Mu Qing and Mu Yixue sitting in the main hall. Her lips perked up. "Say what?"

"Insolent!" Mu Qing's eyes increasingly turned gloomy as if he wanted to drive a sword straight through Mu Ruyue's chest. "Why is your strength at the third rank? Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"