Ye Weilan looked at the woman who suddenly ran out and looked behind her. She knew that Qi Ye was upstairs and he was staring at her. In broad daylight, even if this woman had the means, she would not dare to do anything to her.

Miss Ye's lips curled up: "I remember I said that you must retreat ten feet away from where I am."

She was the noble princess of the Holy See, and she was the niece of Lady Camilla, and she could only obey her orders.

In this kingly kingdom, identity and strength represent everything. Even if Yao Ling has not done anything on the surface, Ye Weilan is qualified to punish her with her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Yao Ling was not angry, and bowed to her respectfully, "I'm sorry, I'm disturbing Your Highness the Princess. I'm stopping here, just wanting to say a few words. After saying this, I'll leave immediately."

"But I'm not interested in listening," Ye Weilan's tone was a little cold: "Get out of the way!"

Yao Ling's eyes swayed and she giggled: "If it's about your mother, don't you want to hear it either?"

"I don't want to!" Ye Weilan saw her proud expression coldly: "You are not qualified to mention my mother. It's not your turn to judge whether she is good or bad. Finally, if you don't get out of here, I'll let you throw you out!"

Ye Weilan hates sow discord the most. She can judge what kind of person Qin Yuling is, and she doesn't have to tell her, especially the other party has ulterior motives.

She dared to bet that Yao Ling would not be able to say anything good in her mouth, and only a fool would be happy to listen.

Yao Ling's face turned blue in an instant. This woman was too unreasonable to play cards. She had already inquired about it and knew that this princess had never seen her mother. Which woman in the world was not curious about her biological mother?

"Have you heard of the name Shuman?" Seeing Ye Weilan getting impatient, Yao Ling immediately spoke out. One step later, what was waiting for her was to be thrown out. Ye Weilan didn't care about her reputation, but she was still shameless.

"Shuman?" The name seemed to finally aroused Ye Weilan's interest, and she slim her beautiful eyes: "Three minutes."

Yao Ling was almost furious, but she held it back. She should have thought of it long ago that she had to fight with Miss Ye, and she had to be prepared for a frustration first.

"Aunt Shuman was the wife chosen by Mrs. Camilla for His Majesty the Pope. She was born in a famous family and had a beautiful appearance. She is a very profound woman," Yao Ling smiled slightly: "She has a close relationship with His Majesty the Pope. They grew up together and are childhood sweethearts. During the Pope's ascending to the throne, Aunt Shuman made great efforts, so His Majesty has always been grateful to her."

Ye Weilan sneered and raised her eyebrows to listen to her continue.

"At that time, everyone thought she would be His Majesty's wife. At that time, the third elder of the Presbyterian Church wanted to marry his daughter to His Majesty, but he failed. The excuse for refusing was that he liked Aunt Schuman--"

"Enough!" Ye Weilan suddenly interrupted her, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips: "You want to tell me that my mother destroyed other people's marriage and was an absolute third party. She ruined the happiness of a woman's life and made the Pope and Madame Camilla turn against each other. She is not a good person, and how pitiful and innocent your aunt Schuman is..."
Chapter completed!