Mu Wanqing's smile faded instantly.

She was about to climb out of the window, but the man who was meeting the reporter suddenly jumped in and stopped her.

…

The quaint auction has not yet officially begun.

Celebrities and nobles from all walks of life entered the venue one after another. When they saw the famous young emperor, they always came to flatter and show their hospitality.

Ye Yuchen frowned and never focused on socializing. Instead, he glanced around from time to time, as if he was looking for someone.

"Did you hear someone calling for help just now? It seemed like it came from the bathroom. Someone was killed!"

"Quick, quick, let's go take a look."

"Don't join in the fun. None of us here can bear the blame! Knowing too much can easily lead to death!"

The reporter's cry for help only caused a commotion in the auction house for a while, but almost no one dared to watch.

The old butler of the quaint auction house went to check it out in person.

"Young Master Emperor, I would like to offer you a glass of wine." After the commotion, a young director came to chat and handed over expensive champagne.

Ye Yuchen took it without hesitation, and then put the goblet down and said, "Excuse me."

Mu Wanqing disappeared.

There was a strange movement in the bathroom at the same time.

Ye Yuchen had a vague premonition in his heart, and his strong heart was beating wildly, which made him speed up his pace and rush to the bathroom.

"Young Master Emperor." The old housekeeper bowed slightly, "How dare I bother you to come and check on such a trivial matter in person?"

Ye Yuchen glanced at him sideways and said nothing.

The man raised his foot, kicked open the door of the men's room with a clean kick, and then rushed in.

"Hurry up! Call me little fairy a hundred times and I'll let you go."

Mu Wanqing threw the two men to the ground. They lay side by side, their noses and faces were bruised and swollen into pig heads.

But the girl looked carefree, with her two feet on the backs of the two men, and her tail was almost raised to the sky.

This is what Ye Yuchen saw when he broke in.

"Emperor... Young Master Emperor, help me! This damn girl..."

"what happened?"

When the reporter saw Mr. Di, he felt as if he had seen a savior. His face trembled so much that the cream slipped down.

But Ye Yuchen interrupted him and cast his eyes on Mu Wanqing, "Say."

"This reporter was entrusted by someone to secretly take photos of you and Queen Qingchen in order to expose the scandal and slander you."

Mu Wanqing pointed her slender fingers at the man under her right foot, who was covered in butter so hard that he couldn't see clearly.

Ye Yuchen frowned tightly.

What kind of scandal is there between him and Queen Qingchen?

He has already married the real diva back home, but he doesn’t like the fake one at all. How dare the reporter spread the news?

"Hey, here's the memory card for you."

Mu Wanqing threw a small black card towards Ye Yuchen. The man raised his hand and grasped the thing accurately in his palm.

"Young Master Di...Young Master Di, don't listen to this girl's nonsense! She beat me and even kicked my balls!"

The reporter struggled, never expecting that he would fall into the hands of a little girl.

"Come here." Ye Yuchen raised his fingers to Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing smiled brightly, then jumped off the two men and skipped to Ye Yuchen's side.

She raised her little face, as if asking for credit, "Am I great?"

"Yes." Ye Yuchen responded in a deep voice, then turned his eyes to the old butler, "You can handle the auction house matters on your own."

His Qingqing had already made the two of them miserable enough.
Chapter completed!