"Nonsense!"

The empress frowned, and said with a reproachful tone: "Since ancient times, how can the words of the parents be disobeyed!" ”

"Really? Then I refuse. ”

Mu Xueyi turned around and left, no one could force her to do what she didn't want to do.

The life of the parents, the words of the matchmaker?

Her mother had died a long time ago, so she had no parents.

Mu Xueyi did not call herself a son, nor did she call them the queen mother, because she did not recognize them as her parents.

Feng Jun took the empress's hand and smiled slightly: "No matter what, Xue Yi is our daughter, the sister of Wei'er and Qi'er. ”

After all, he didn't want that day to come, and he didn't want to see his two daughters fighting each other.

"That's right, no matter what, Mu Xueyi will always be my Mu Tingwei's sister!" Mu Tingwei nodded seriously.

"I'm old, and now it's a world for young people."

The Empress had to sigh that although she said so, she also had her own things to do.

In the regent palace, Mu Xueyi sat in the courtyard and closed her eyes gently, her current martial arts self-preservation is not a problem.

So the main thing now is to have a force of your own, so that there is security in this place, and only by becoming stronger can you decide everything.

Only when everything is in her own hands can she have capital arrogance, and now this palace is just a tool for her, and she will leave sooner or later.

"Hades."

Her lips moved slightly, and cold words overflowed from between her lips and teeth, so cold that her heart trembled, as if she was falling into an ice cave.

"See Master."

Dressed in black, he knelt on one knee, still wearing a silver mask on his face, revealing a pair of eyes with a cold light, and his thin lips pursed lightly.

Mu Xueyi casually pinched the cup in her hand, and her slender and white fingers were particularly beautiful.

She glanced at him meaningfully, and suddenly said coldly: "Take off your mask." ”

"The subordinates have already ruined their faces, and they will stain the eyes of their masters."

The tone is cold and cold, different from Mu Xueyi's cold-blooded and intimidating, but indifferent and emotionless.

"If that's the case, then let's do it."

Mu Xueyi knocked on the table with a match, her cold eyes swept slightly, and her lips opened lightly: "Go to the slave market to buy some useful slaves, and you can do the rest." ”

After all, this secret guard is really a bit capable.

"Yes."

The tone was still cold, without any warmth.