"You're a woman who fled right after the battle began. You have no right to speak here! A deserter like you would have been dead hundreds of times in the Lord Mansion, only an idiot like Feng Jingtian would tolerate you!"
Mu Ruyue said nothing, only smiled faintly.
But after Feng Jingtian heard these words, the murderous aura around him became even more intense. His grim eyes coldly stared at Lan Yi's youthful face as if a sharp sword was slicing across it...
Lan Yi's face turned pale in an instant, tightly clutching Lan Yue's sleeve. Those clear eyes were stubborn, but above all, they held a pride that refused to bow down...
"Feng Jingtian!"
Mu Ruyue raised her hand to hold Feng Jingtian back, shook her head, and said, "Anyway, the City Lord Mansion is almost fated to be without descendants. Why do you need to intervene?"
Without descendants?
