Jun Yishuo clenched his teeth. He definitely wasn't willing to let Jiang Ruoyin be taken away by me just like that. But if he forcibly kept her now, not only would Ye Qingyu refuse to help him, Ye Guxuan might also misunderstand something. How would he explain himself then?
It looked as though he had caused a brief commotion and was simply being unreasonable, but in reality, he had turned the tables on me in the end. King against king—I had seized the initiative. If he didn't sacrifice the pawn to save the king, he was finished.
At the moment of the most crucial decision, Jun Yishuo's face had turned an ugly mix of green and red. Jiang Ruoyin had practically grown up with him, and she was an enormous asset in managing the sect's internal affairs—a core cog in the Immortal Alliance's operation. Having been forced to this point, he was probably regretting it so bitterly that his intestines had turned green.
I gave a cold laugh and added another straw to the camel's already-collapsing back. "Alliance Leader Jun, you're not unwilling to let her go because you're planning to enjoy the blessings of having two wives on your wedding day, are you?"
"Alliance Leader Xia, you're thinking far too much!" Jun Yishuo couldn't help sneering.
I kept an expressionless face. I had already dug the pit; whether he jumped or not, he had to jump. If he didn't want to splash mud all over himself, he could only abandon Jiang Ruoyin.
Seeing Jun Yishuo hesitate, Ye Qingyu had already grown thoroughly impatient. He immediately lowered his voice and said, "Little Shuo, it's not that your uncle wants to lecture you, but in everything..."
"I understand, Uncle." Jun Yishuo directly interrupted Ye Qingyu's reprimand. He had already been miserable