Nineteen clenched his teeth, stayed silent for a long time, and finally could no longer bear it.
He then said, "Stop it already! Stop it!"
Mu Lingyun's corners of her mouth curved as she asked, "What? Are you ready to talk now?"
Nineteen gritted his teeth.
He knew he couldn't speak, that even in death, he must not speak.
But he was in such pain that he felt half-dead.
Such pain was truly unbearable for the average person.
Moreover, some things perhaps could not be shared with others, but the woman before him was different.
This girl was considered his half-master, and there were things she asked about that he could still speak of.
Thinking this, he looked at Mu Lingyun and weakly said, "If you ask me using the Young Master's identity, perhaps I can tell you everything!"
Mu Lingyun: …
She hadn't expected Nineteen to say such a thing.
"So, was it Old Man Mu Yi from the Qin Royal Family who sent you?" Mu Lingyun asked coldly.
Upon hearing this, Nineteen was taken aback.
