Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1022 - 1021: What Are Your Intentions?

Wen Ni was brought to a distant courtyard behind the Prince Residence.

After entering the Prince Residence, the security beca significantly stricter.

At this ti, the courtyard was completely silent.

The bottle Wen Ni held in her hand emitted a hint of warmth from her own cold sweat.

Madam Cui soon stopped, turned her head back, and her expression was solemn.

Wen Ni sneered coldly, "Do you think I would still bring people with ?"

"Ha, Murong Yu was so cunning and insidious back then, as for you, having followed her for so many years, who knows how much you have learned?"

Madam Cui looked disdainful, her gaze fixed on her hand.

Wen Ni’s face darkened, "I don’t care about your opinion of , after all, the one I will follow in the future is the Master, not you."

Madam Cui, upon hearing this, coldly huffed and finally continued walking deeper into the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, a breeze swept through.

Wen Ni’s eyes flickered, and Madam Cui stopped once again, looking back.

She was very cautious.

However, seeing her like this, Wen Ni couldn’t help but laugh, "The guards at the Prince Residence are so strict, yet you, Madam Cui, are so timid."

Madam Cui glared at her.

If it weren’t for the dicine in her hand, she would never show such a good face towards her.

If it was necessary, she would have killed her long ago!

"You better not try any tricks, or when we et the Master later, I’ll see if your head is truly fit to be chopped off by the Master."

"You just fear that I will achieve great rit in front of the Master and steal your thunder," Wen Ni said disdainfully.

Madam Cui, not bothering with her, quickly walked forward.

Wen Ni looked at the residence ahead, seemingly calm yet concealing who knows how many secrets.

She gathered her spirits and followed inside.

After turning several corners, finally, Madam Cui opened a door.

Wen Ni’s heart imdiately raced.

As she stepped in, her palm squeezed even tighter.

"Master?"

"What? Does my appearance not befit the Master?" Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged woman.

Wearing a black veil, her face was unclear.

Wen Ni’s fingers, still holding the bottle, continued tightening, the surprise in her eyes briefly flashed by before she quickly regained her composure.

She spoke lightly, "How would I know if you are the real Master?"

"Heh," the woman in the chair smiled faintly, "You’ve investigated for so long, even found this place in the Prince Residence, does it make any difference to you whether I am the Master or not?"

"What do you an?"

"Are you not just trying to confirm, to see if this suddenly appearing Master is the one you have in mind?"

The woman waved her hand, and Madam Cui retreated to the doorway, guarding it.

The woman continued smiling gently, "Wen Ni, we have already t before, can you not recognize ?"

Wen Ni didn’t speak.

The last eting, the Master also wore a veil.

Two etings, different clothes, different hairstyles, different veils, even the voice was different... of course, it was deliberately suppressed so as not to be recognized.

Her original voice couldn’t be distinguished.

Wen Ni’s anxious heart slowly cald down.

"I risked my life and betrayed Murong Yu just to seek refuge with you, Master. Doesn’t that deserve to see the true face of the Master?"

However, the woman on the chair just smiled calmly and seed dismissive of her words.

"If you sincerely wish to follow , why doubt my identity? Your doubt, your need to prove that I am the one you seek, what is your true intention?"