C17 I Hope the World will Not Fall into Chaos

Yun Qingrao raised her head indifferently. She had thought about this a long time ago, but so what? She could not tolerate Xin'er getting hurt even a little bit more, even if it was towards her corpse.

She would never let Shen Ruxue off!

"There is no need for Your Highness to meddle!"

Gong Liuyu originally thought that after he finished this matter, the other party would more or less beg him for mercy. However, he never expected to receive such a merciless rejection.

Her slender peach shaped eyes sparkled, while the corner of Gong Liuyu's cherry red lips suddenly curved into an exceptionally demonic expression.

Yun Qingrao was very familiar with that devilish hellish smile. Every time this person revealed a smile, it meant that he would definitely make a move.

His long, sharp, and well-defined hand suddenly formed a fist to support his chin. The long white robe of light fell on the soft chair beneath him. Gong Liuyu gave an enchanting smile: "I don't want to help you, but …" I only hope that the world will not fall into chaos! "

Yun Qingrao's heart skipped a beat. She knew it wouldn't be a good thing to see Gong Liuyu.

She had already experienced this person's vile character when she was still Grand Princess.

She slightly raised her brows as a faint glow appeared in her eyes, "Everyone knows that Concubine Lin is a coward. How could she do something so audacious? It's all because of someone behind the scenes. And the mastermind is you, Your Highness!"

A strong sense of threat burst out from Yun Qingrao's eyes. Her pair of exquisite black eyes were wide open as she looked into Gong Liuyu's eyes with great vigor.

Gong Liuyu lightly knocked on the table. He pursed his lips and smiled. The interest in looking at Yun Qingrao became even stronger.

"I never expected the person she arranged for Ben Wang to be so interesting. It truly surprises Ben Wang. What you mean is..." You and This King are grasshoppers tied to the same rope? "

Yun Qingrao naturally knew who Gong Liuyu was referring to. She didn't expect that after she died, her enemy would be thinking about her as he was still alive. It was hard to tell if it was due to luck or misfortune.

Yun Qingrao's eyes suddenly lit up with a slight smile as she said faintly, "Now I am the Prince's man, and I represent the entire Mansion behind me. No matter if the Prince is willing to help or not, Prince Yu's Mansion will always be involved with this matter!"

Gong Liuyu's expression did not change. He remained calm and collected. He drew circles on the armrest with his other hand and stared at his fingertips without moving: "Do you remember that you belong to This King now?"

Yun Qingrao kept her smiling expression. "The moment I entered the mansion, it was already!" How could Qingyao not make use of this logic? "At such a critical moment, Prince won't abandon Qingyao, right? This doesn't seem like something that the elegant Prince Yu can do …"

Gong Liuyu glanced at Yun Qingrao with cold eyes.

A serious look flashed in her eyes as she suddenly said, "I don't know if Your Highness has a pen and paper, but Qingyao would like to ask Your Highness for a favor. If you succeed, the matter of stealing the gold medal will be resolved!"

These words from Yun Qingrao instantly attracted Gong Liuyu's attention. He looked Yun Qingrao up and down with dark light flowing in his eyes.

"If you let This King help you, you will have to pay the price!"

"If Your Highness doesn't want to help, then just wait until tomorrow to have a prison meal with Qingyao. If they ask me any questions, then I will say that everything was done at your behest. I don't know anything!"

Yun Qingrao spoke with ease, but a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

If Gong Liuyu didn't help, she had ten ways to drag him into the water. Anyway, they were on the same boat now.

"Here!" Gong Liuyu patted the shaft of the carriage and a small grid appeared on the seat under him.

As expected, Prince Yu's carriage had a hidden motive.

A smooth plank extended from the side. Gong Liuyu wanted to ask the coachman to stop, but was stopped by Yun Qingrao. "No need!"

As she spoke, she didn't care about the bumpiness of the carriage. Her brush drew firm and steady, leaving behind a row of hairpins on the white paper.

The words were vigorous and powerful, yet they had a unique edge to them.

The moment this familiar word appeared in front of Gong Liuyu, his eyes suddenly lit up.