"Tell me, why was it such a coincidence? What exactly is going on?"
Ye Zhen froze for a moment. His lips had barely moved when Princess Changle's voice rang out again. "Don't lie to me!"
Those four words left Ye Zhen, who had been about to answer, speechless once more.
Looking at Princess Changle's tightly pressed lips and her beautiful eyes, wide as they stared at him, Ye Zhen knew that she likely already had her own suspicions or understanding of this matter.
At that instant, Ye Zhen suddenly felt an incomparable sense of difficulty.
To be honest, even when facing Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long, or when surrounded by the Devil Race army, Ye Zhen had never felt this way.
When soldiers came, he would block them with generals; when water came, he would dam it with earth. At worst, he would risk his life. If he could not win, then he would die!
That was the worst possible outcome. Thus, no matter whom he faced, Ye Zhen could ultimately confront them with strength and courage.
But faced with Princess Changle's questioning, Ye Zhen suddenly found it so, so difficult to answer!
"Changle..."
"Don't lie to me!"
Just as Ye Zhen was about to speak, Princess Changle stubbornly repeated those four words. Bitterness filled the corners of Ye Zhen's mouth.
How could this matter possibly be explained with a single answer?
Under Princess Changle's burning gaze, Ye Zhen remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking. "Changle, all I did was go with the flow of circumstances. It was only for self-preservation."
Ye Zhen's explanation was already very clear.
The tightly pressed lips of Princess Changle suddenly curved into a faint smile—a mocking smile, a scornful one.
"Self-preservation?"
"Were you afraid of death, or were the soldiers of the