113 A Man’s Revengeful Heart 2

"I have never seen anyone this shameless before, I have really gained much knowledge today," Wei Yiyi covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes revealed mockery, "She has already said that the position of being your wife was not worthy of her attention, implying that she did not like you. Why are you still acting so thick-skinned, thinking that she wants to gain your particular affection? Is your particular affection of value?"

Wei Yiyi really could not help but want to roll her eyes. She has known so many people, yet she had never met someone this shameless, especially when the shameless fellow was a country’s Crown Prince.

She really did not know how he could have taken up the position of the Crown Prince, he was quite bad at taking hints.

Would Gu Ruoyun value the position of a Crown Prince’s concubine? A genius who could refine Beauty Rejuvenation Pills like her would not be treated unfairly with any kind of power, especially since she also had a mysterious Master behind her.

Thus, where was this guy’s overconfidence coming from?

Even though Leng Yanfeng was an apprentice of the Weapon Refining Sect, he did not have Zuo Shangchen’s experience after all. Naturally he did not recognize that Wei Yiyi was the Ghost Doctor and treated her like a normal servant.

"It looks like the treatment you receive in the Hundred Herb Hall is not bad, or else you would not have a servant, and could even afford to buy such a huge yard. However, Gu Ruoyun, the Hundred Herb Hall is not yours after all. Yet if you become the Crown Prince’s concubine, you could take over the world. Besides, you had constantly appeared before me. Now that I want to marry you, you are playing games with me?"

Gu Ruoyun’s expression turned cold, of course, Qianbei Ye and Zuo Shangchen did not look too good either.

Especially Qianbei Ye, but he did not do anything, and it was unsure what his pair of blood-thirsty scarlet eyes were thinking…

"It looks like the country’s Crown Prince does not really understand human language," Gu Ruoyun sneered as she got on her feet, looked at him, and said one word at a time, "I do not like you. As for the position of a Crown Prince’s concubine, I am not interested in that either! Since you like Junior Sister Shi Yun, then you should marry her. As for me...to be honest, Leng Yanfeng, you are no different than a stranger to me! If we had to find a way to link the both of us together, it would be the fact that you are one of the Weapon Refining Sect, and I am fated to be enemies with the Weapon Refining Sect!"

There was no other reason than the fact that she did not like anyone who wanted to kill her.

Besides, if it was not for the Weapon Refining Sect that day, Luo Yin would not have fallen into Ling Yi’s hands...

Leng Yanfeng did not say anything, his jet black eyes were fixated on the maiden’s beautiful face.

She has changed.

That was right, indeed she has changed...　　

That maiden who had always been weak had unknowingly become unyielding, yet she was just as brilliant…

Involuntarily, Leng Yanfeng remembered that battle between Gu Ruoyun and Ling Xi. That battle had fated for her to escape the title of being a useless nobody.

"Xun Feng, show our guest the way out! We do not welcome the imperial family here."

Gu Ruoyun brushed her sleeve and sat down, she said so with an indifferent expression.

Seeing that she was nonchalant, Leng Yanfeng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Even though he did not like Gu Ruoyun, to him, having someone who admired him boosted his vanity.

Yet now in her eyes, there were clearly no traces of him…

Could it be that she really did not want to marry him?

No! He must marry Gu Ruoyun. Firstly, to fulfil the promise to Junior Sister Shi Yun, and secondly, to take revenge on her! Take revenge for all that she said to him today!

When he thought this, Leng Yanfeng did not elaborate but straightforwardly said, "I will leave now, only in days to come, I will continue to visit."

With that, he did not linger any longer. He brushed his sleeves and vanished before the crowd’s watchful eyes...