Just now, he had finished questioning the young mistress, then Qin Yi called him, and now Young Master was asking him like this. He felt completely bewildered.

Qin Yi looked at his trembling figure, his face darkened, and he said, "Just tell Young Master what you told the young mistress before."

Wu Da heard this and suddenly understood.

He quickly stepped forward and told the Crown Prince everything he had discussed with the young mistress today.

After Nangong Yaoling listened, his expression grew increasingly grim.

Wu Da’s little heart began to tremble once again.

"Young... Young Master... I really didn’t mean to lose track of the person... Also, I didn’t mean to bring up Miss Jiang Xue... Please... Please punish me!" Wu Da said, dropping to his knees with a thud.

Nangong Yaoling reached out and touched his chin.

"You may leave now." He said indifferently.

Wu Da paused, looking at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi gave him a look.

"Yes, Young Master, we will leave now." He respectfully said, looking at the man lounging at the desk, lost in thought.

From this angle, the man’s striking features were shrouded in shadow, forming beautiful lines.

He looked like a painting, stunningly beautiful.

In his deep eyes, there seemed to be a trace of complex light.

Qin Yi sighed inwardly, turned around, and left with Wu Da.

Nangong Yaoling placed his legs on the desk and looked out the window.

He could view the entire city’s landscape, could possess the right to control everything.

Yet he couldn’t control that little woman’s heart.

He wanted to turn things around for her, wanted to shield her like the sky, to protect her under his wings, away from any harm.

But she refused to trust him, to entrust everything to him.

Xiaonuan, what on earth are you thinking? Could it be that you really don’t care at all that my heart is swayed by another woman?

Could it be that you’re not jealous at all of my past devotions to other women?

Nangong Yaoling shook his head.

He didn’t understand what he was really angry about.

Clearly aware that it was Jiang Xue who deceived him, clearly knowing Jiang Xue was fake, yet he found he didn’t feel that deep disappointment or pain in his heart.

Although very upset, he discovered that from beginning to end, perhaps Jiang Xue never truly entered his heart.

What he cared about was just Jiang Xue’s identity, was Qiqi.

In fact, when he found out Jiang Xue was fake, he even felt a sense of relief.

Perhaps he unwillingly believed that the girl in his dreams had turned into someone like Jiang Xue.

So he preferred to accept Jiang Xue as fake rather than accept that Jiang Xue was truly Qiqi and destroyed the beautiful memories he held.

On the contrary, he realized he truly cared not about Jiang Xue’s identity, or whether Qiqi was found, but... he cared about Xia Xiaonuan’s reaction to this incident.

She knew that during this time, the girl he devoted himself to was fake; she knew he had hurt her for the sake of another false memory.

Yet she was completely not angry, not furious, not jealous, and didn’t even want revenge.

Nangong Yaoling didn’t know what was wrong with him either.

Was it because such a Xiaonuan was too understanding? So understanding that it made him feel as if something was missing.