C7 (1/2)

After a short moment, the crowd burst into an uproar.

”A member of the Xiu Clan!” This is simply unprecedented in history! ”

Hearing the discussions, the monarch dust was stunned at first, then he gritted his teeth and glared at Jun Ling Yan, his face turning pale white.

How was everyone supposed to talk about her?

Doesn't that mean she was putting on the shoes that Jun Ling Yan didn't want?

Just when the crowd were discussing with each other, Jun Po Yue's family and Ye Jue Guan's expressions turned extremely ugly, Jun Ling Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, ”As for my gatekeeping sand, is it still there, and whether I'm married to anyone, you guys have … What the heck! YES! Close! ”Yes!”

Everyone was dumbfounded once again!

Jun Ling Yan's words were just too … Vulgar! Intrepid!

But it left them speechless!

”Du …” Du … ”Du …”

When there was silence, the muffled sound of the crutches on the floor came from outside the yard, approaching from the distance.

A group of people appeared at the entrance of the small courtyard with the sound of crutches and footsteps.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice and saw an old, white-haired woman being helped into the courtyard by an old wet nurse.

”Ling Yan, stop talking nonsense!” Entering the courtyard, the old lady coughed, after taking a breather, she glared at Jun Ling Yan in dissatisfaction.

After reprimanding him, he turned to Ye Jue Guan and said, ”Your Highness, Ling Yan is still young and insensible, and has a straightforward personality. I hope Your Highness will forgive me!”