Looking coldly at Feng Yueya, she spoke bluntly, "Miss Feng, please leave the Prince."
Indeed, it was just so.
Feng Yueya raised an eyebrow indifferently and didn't get angry, "Why?"
Hai Ruoyan stepped forward, her gaze resting on a blooming lan flower, and said proudly, "Because you are not worthy of the Prince."
Of all the answers Feng Yueya had considered, this was the one she did not expect.
Her eyes flickered with surprise and she then laughed silently to herself.
"On what grounds do you think I'm not worthy of Yuan?"
Hai Ruoyan whipped around, her beautiful face overlaid with a thin layer of frost.
She enunciated each word with force, "Because the Prince is the finest man in this world, and the woman who stands beside him must be extraordinary as well. You are but a Seventh Rank Sword Master and a country girl, from every aspect, you do not match the Prince!"
