Xiaoyao ignored Feng Yexuan again.
She sat quietly to one side, this time closing her eyes, refusing to look at him anymore.
"Won't you ask why this Prince came to this place after falling off a cliff?"
She didn't speak, and Feng Yexuan, on the contrary, took the initiative to start a conversation.
In his heart, there was a bit of guilt; just now, he had carelessly used his True Qi and forced her to spit blood.
As long as he saw those eyes that were just like Lili's, his heart could barely start to soften.
Even though he had already ordered himself to be cold-hearted and emotionless.
"If I asked, would Your Highness even answer me?" Xiaoyao replied unenthusiastically, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.
This undependable man was mercurial in temperament; being with him was like accompanying a tiger. Who knew when he might go crazy and hurt someone again?
"Angry?" Feng Yexuan raised an eyebrow?
"I wouldn't dare!" she retorted coldly.