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Wei Yuewu took a deep breath. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with composure. She looked straightforwardly at the handsome young man who was seated opposite of her and asked: “Sir, do you know the reason?”

She still could not see through the matter. She and Mo Huating never met before, and as much as they had no feelings for each other, there was no reason for him to kill her.

Is it because I don’t deserve him, considering my reputation for being plain-looking and lacking talent? Then break off the engagement! Why did he use such malicious means and tried to take my life?

“I don’t know what he was thinking about either. But if you want to know, I can help!”

He said, looking at her, smiling.

No sooner had he slightly clapped his hands than a guard appeared beside the screen, kneeling on one knee while waiting to take orders.

“Has Marquis Jing Yuan come?” asked the young man, smiling.

“Yes. He is waiting outside for orders. Do you want to see him, Your Highness?” the guard replied respectfully.

Mo Huating is here?

Wei Yuewu narrowed her eyes, which were now filled with chilling coldness and an air of keen hatred.

“Let him in!” said the man as he lightly knocked the table, shooting a thoughtful glance at Wei Yuewu.

Separated by the small exquisite screen on the other side, Wei Yuewu sat quietly on the brocaded stool, listening to the movements outside.

The sound of footsteps was heard, which was heavy and apparently indicated the approaching of a man. Then, there was the voice of a young man: “Greetings, Your Highness.”

Your Highness?

“Marquis Jing Yuan, you are so polite. Have a seat,” replied the handsome young man.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“I heard that you had come to pick up your fiancée?”

“Yes... She had been far away from the capital for so many years. When her family members told me that they would take her back to the capital, I was so happy that I wished to see her as soon as possible.... But....” Mo Huating’s voice grew a little sad as he mentioned the incident.

“But what? What happened?” inquired His Highness curiously.

“I was … too late to save her from the assassination last night. None of them survived!”

Behind the screen, Wei Yuewu mocked inwardly at the reply, her heart aching. True, they were all killed by his order. Perhaps he had made up his mind to kill them all before he left the capital.

“Congratulations then, Marquis Jing Yuan. You can marry a beautiful girl from an eminent family, for the daughter of Marquis Hua Yang was said to be plain-looking and lacking talent.”

No one could have expected that the young man’s casually uttered reply would be so ruthless and even with a slightly pleased tone.

Both Wei Yuewu, who was behind the screen, and Mo Huating, who was outside, were stunned.