Yun Yiyun replied softly.

"It's okay, you can sit whenever you want!"

"Uncle Huang, you don't have to tolerate this woman in my face, she knows your situation, and she is still so presumptuous, and she asks Uncle Huang to punish her!"

Yun Jinghong, who had over-the-top brain supplements, completely thought that his noble imperial uncle was tolerant of Feng Qianqian's audacity and rudeness because of his face.

Feng Qianqian on the side smiled angrily.

The three princes now admit their relationship with her, but if the child has a brain problem, he has to force others to punish her.

Feng Yueyan also anxiously persuaded. "Fourth sister, how can you knowingly commit a crime?"

Seeing the schadenfreude in her eyes, Feng Qianqian finally remembered.

This King Yi is untouchable! I've heard that as soon as someone touches him, his strange illness will attack!

She frowned and thought about it, this is completely a rumor, after being touched, how much life he has, how can she not know!

The whole body is clear, okay!

"Fourth sister, you quickly apologize to His Royal Highness King Yi and His Royal Highness the Third Highness, they will forgive you!"

Feng Qianqian looked at the drama spirit in front of her and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"If you say forgive, forgive? I don't weigh whether His Royal Highness King Yi listens to you! ”

The implication is that Yun Jinghong listens to her, but Yun Yirong won't listen, and it's not her turn to call the shots here.

Feng Yueyan was speechless when she was asked, and Yun Jinghong frowned unhappily.

"Yueyan is for your good, what kind of attitude do you have."

"What kind of character she is, I am what kind of attitude!"

Feng Qianqian, who has always been decent and gentle in the eyes of everyone, is slightly cold at the moment, looking down at Feng Yueyan like an ant, and her sharp aura makes people's backs stiffen, is this still the Feng Qianqian they know?

In the dead silence of the crowd, Feng Manying walked out quickly, she knew that Feng Qianqian's recent actions had caused even her mother to have a headache, and she couldn't let her have trouble today.

"Man Ying greets the two highnesses, the fourth sister and the fifth sister have been angry at home recently, and the youngest daughter's mind should not be on the table, disturbing the interest of the two highnesses, please forgive me."

Feng Manying endured her fear and apologized, and Yun Jinghong also took advantage of the situation and waved her hand at Feng Qianqian.

"That's it, Uncle Huang is here today, I don't care about you." His face was full of impatience, and he immediately turned to Yun Yiyun with a smile after speaking.

"Uncle Huang, I have asked someone to reorganize the banquet, just wait for Uncle Huang to enter the mansion and drink a few cups!"

Ignoring Yun Jinghong's inviting action, Yun Yiyun turned his head to look at Feng Qianqian.

"Do you still want to go in?"

No one expected that His Royal Highness King Yi would ask for other people's opinions, which clearly means that Feng Qianqian said that he didn't want to enter the mansion, and King Yi would leave with him.

swept the faces of everyone with different thoughts, especially Feng Yueyan's appearance of wanting to step forward and tear her up, the corners of Feng Qianqian's lips curled.

Since Yun Yiyun gave her face, then of course she took it. "Go in and take a look."

Everyone was amazed, but King Yi still consciously gave way to a wide aisle wherever he went, and Feng Qianqian followed him unhurriedly, smart and elegant.

The banquet was rearranged, and a large open space was set up next to the main seat, which was prepared for Yun Yiyun.

The scene no longer had the lively atmosphere just now, instead of a strong sense of oppression, everyone didn't dare to say more, lowered their heads and walked to their positions, just waiting for King Yi to sit down and feast again.

Yun Yirong's robe was wrapped in the cold wind, swept past everyone, sat down in the upper seat, but attracted everyone's attention when he was not in the main seat, a black robe could not wrap the cold and arrogant atmosphere, and the seat under him was more like a miasma, the demon throne that the giant python climbed.

He pointed to the position beside him, the silver thread in his hand flashed, a cold light flashed, and a low voice sounded. "Qianqian, sit here!"