"Then what do you choose?" Baoyue asked.
Wang Yang waved a hand without answering immediately. He began pacing unconsciously, murmuring:
"Let me think some more. Some more..."
Seeing his troubled expression, Baoyue knew that although he had decided not to obey the Prince of Badong, he could hardly feel good about it. If only there were a way to satisfy both sides. She fell into thought as well, and silence settled over the tent.
After a while, a cold chuckle suddenly sounded inside the tent.
Everyone looked toward the sound. At some point, Xin Yi had turned her back on them and stood with her hands clasped behind her, facing the tent wall. She sighed softly:
"The Prince of Badong's allotted days are numbered."
Wang Yang withdrew his gaze and continued pacing.
Baoyue turned away and rubbed her brow.
Chen Qing Shan opened her mouth as if to speak, but some thought seemed to occur to her, and she closed it again.
After a glance, Lian San went back to being part of the scenery.
Xin Yi waited quietly for their reactions, but none came!
She could only turn her head slightly and sneak a look out of the corner of her eye, only to discover that not a single person was paying attention to her!!!
This... could it be that none of them understood???
It was understandable enough that Dummy San and Big Sister Long Legs hadn't understood, but with Wang Yang's and the Young Master's intelligence, surely they should have!
Perhaps I was too obscure, or perhaps they were too worried to think of it just yet?
It seems that when things really matter, Xin Yi is still the one who keeps a clear enough head...
With her little hands behind her back, Xin Yi turned to face