Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 90: My Prince (19)

“Your Highness! You said it yourself! You said that Prince Mudeya actually likes a little maid, which you cannot tolerate!” The man gritted his teeth and refused to let go of Song Zhishu.

Mudeya could no longer contain himself. He shouted, "Song Zhishu! The most vicious heart is that of a woman! No matter what, Avi has served you for so long, and you actually want to harm her!"

Song Zhishu didn't refute, she just said coolly, "Prince Mudeya, how can you believe that what this assassin said is true?"

"You still want to argue?" Mudeya sneered. "Indeed, he alone couldn't do it, but your personal steward and bodyguard, Edel, did everything he could to delay the delivery to the King. He's your man; protecting him is still protecting you!"

Edel's pupils contracted sharply, he clenched his fists, his heart pounding with fear at being called out so suddenly, and his pale figure looked utterly helpless.

惊乱

Edel felt uneasy for some reason. He could have easily gotten away with it if he had just started off. His pleading gaze fell on the indifferent Song Zhishu, and he felt a cold sweat break out all over his body.

Panic! Panic!

Edel's vision blurred, and the once proud peacock was now swaying precariously. Ignoring the discomfort his body was experiencing, he just kept staring at Song Zhishu, who seemed lost in thought.

Panic! Panic! Panic!

…………

Please, believe me, okay? He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and just as he was about to give up, he suddenly heard a silvery laugh. He knew that laugh all too well; it was the laugh Song Zhishu made when she heard something funny.

“Prince Mudeya is joking. As you just said, Eder is my man. My man has encountered rumors that are detrimental to me. Isn’t it perfectly reasonable for him to stop you?” Song Zhishu laughed smugly, momentarily captivating someone’s eyes.

Edel gradually calmed down, and his face regained some color. He looked at the humble man on the ground with a somber gaze.

For a moment, Mudea couldn't think of any rebuttal. He could only glare at the woman who displeased him with a cold and ruthless gaze, like that of a viper. For Mudea, anything that displeased him was simply a matter of doing something about it.

He took off his gloves and rushed forward before Avri could react. Mudeya was never as simple as he seemed on the surface, and he would never tolerate anything that touched his sore spot.

Song Zhishu sensed a murderous aura. She raised an eyebrow, calmly facing Mu Deya's charging fist, but heaven knows what she was thinking at that moment.

"Damn it, this idiot wants to hit me, fine, but why does he have to aim for my face?" She gave a forced smile: "I'm a beautiful woman, is that wrong of me?"

Although she appeared completely composed, when that fist came hurtling towards her, intending to kill her, Song Zhishu's pupils contracted, and she tightly closed her eyes. A gust of wind whipped her hair around her ears, sending a chill through her. She clearly heard the sound of bones colliding, but felt no pain.

Song Zhishu's heart skipped a beat. The beautiful woman cried, "Waaah, little dumpling, did this idiot cripple me? I don't even feel the pain."

The white ball of fluff remained silent, as if it had been startled.

She mustered her courage, looked up, and saw a large hand blocking her way, giving her a strange sense of security.