Ye Yiheng's brows furrowed tightly, "Who do you want to cooperate with?"
His voice was cold and brimming with anger, and there was an almost imperceptible hint of jealousy.
Whom had she sought? How come he wasn't aware?
In just a few days, whom could she have found?
If he found out which troublesome fellow it was, he would cripple him!
Leng Yu Yan suddenly lowered her eyelids, her voice slightly cool, "This has nothing to do with Your Highness, the Crown Prince!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Yiheng took two steps towards her, blocking her way.
"Who is it?" he asked again.
Suddenly the blind man was only half a step away from her, a sense of oppression pouring down from above. Leng Yu Yan tilted her head up and took a deep breath quietly, hoping she could pull herself together and not be frightened by his intimidating coldness.
"I must attend the martial trials, and the appointed hour has arrived, please step aside, Your Highness, the Crown Prince!"
