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Looking at Huangfu Zhuo's clothes, Yun Weiyang understood in his heart, and said lightly: "The reason you're doing this, is because of Feng Xuehan, right?"

Huangfu Zhuo suddenly looked towards Yun Weiyang. His originally delicate and pretty face had become twisted and hideous. After a long while, he asked in a deep voice: "How do you know?" This was a secret he had hidden in his heart, but he hadn't thought that the woman in front of him would be able to see through it.

Yun Weiyang let out a long sigh, and said: "The commoners all know that the Sixth Prince of the Southern Dynasty was a loner who loved white clothes, especially when it came to lotus flowers and plum blossoms. The reason you're doing this, is because you feel that the lotus flower's untainted aura and the plum blossom's cold and noble aura are like the maple snow, and he often wore white clothes.

He stood up from the chair, and slowly walked to the front of Yun Weiyang. In just an instant, Huangfu Zhuo's hand suddenly grabbed Yun Weiyang's neck, and said sinisterly: "That's right, everything is just as you said. It's because of your appearance that I've stolen all of Han's attention. After he finished speaking, Huangfu Zhuo glared at Yun Weiyang and said angrily: "Everything is because of you. Why did you appear? Why did you want to steal my cold? "

Just as she was about to lose her breath, the strength on her neck suddenly disappeared. Opening her eyes, she saw a flash of ruthlessness in Huangfu Zhuo's eyes. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat; just what did this man want to do?

Waiting for death had never been her style. Yun Weiyang narrowed her eyes, and said: "Does he know of your feelings for Han?"

Due to Huangfu Zhuo's excessive strength, the corner of his mouth was already starting to leak with blood. Yun Weiyang, who had been beaten into a daze, shook her head as she lifted her head and looked coldly at Huangfu Zhuo.

"Is the cold something you can shout?" Huangfu Zhuo said angrily: "If I hear you call him that again, then it won't just be a slap."

It would be a small matter to kill Huangfu Zhuo, but the trouble brought about by this was not to be looked down upon. Taking a deep breath, Yun Weiyang said calmly: "Alright, I won't shout, but have you thought about whether he knows your intentions? Did he treat you the way you treated him? "

"What are you trying to say?"

It was obvious that his words had attracted Huangfu Zhuo's attention. Yun Weiyang continued to speak: "And in your heart, what exactly do you think Feng Xue Han is? Your possessions? "

Huangfu Zhuo, who was sitting on the chair, immediately became excited. He shouted at Yun Weiyang: "No, I've never thought about it that way. The cold is my everything, it's not like that." As he said this, Huangfu Zhuo suddenly held his head and painfully said: "It's not like that, it's definitely not like that."

Letting out a light sigh, Yun Weiyang said: "What you love the most is yourself."

"You're lying!"

Raising his brows, Yun Weiyang faintly said: "Otherwise, do you dare to give up everything that you have now?"

As his words reached this point, Huangfu Zhuo, who was in pain, suddenly quieted down. His eyes stared blankly at the ground. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

All of a sudden, the air condensed, and the tied up Yun Weiyang heaved a sigh of relief.

Just as Yun Weiyang breathed a sigh of relief, Huangfu Zhuo suddenly stood up from the ground. He picked up the whip from the shelf and glared at Yun Weiyang viciously.

Wei Dan, who was standing in the corner, was shocked. Just as he was about to make a move, he was caught by a gaze from Yun Weiyang, causing him to only feel anxious.

Seeing the whip in Huangfu Zhuo's hand, Yun Weiyang raised her eyebrows. She finally understood why Wei Dan was so anxious.