"My lord isn't a whore." As soon as she said that, Zhu E couldn't help getting angry and said,
"A whore is a whore."
Zhu E felt a bit of fire in her heart, on Qin Qingluo's behalf and on Chen Yi's, and instead spoke with a biting, sarcastic tone: "Since that's the case, Qing Luo, you'd better really yield him, and don't get angry over this again in the future."
"Zhu Liaoao, shut up."
The tall woman was briefly furious, then reined in her expression, turned her head and fixed her gaze on Chen Yi:
"I didn't expect that in your heart, the weight of me and her would differ so much. All my devotion, and I even painted for you.
Chen Yi, oh Chen Yi, I really have been played in the palm of this whore's hand by you."
Zhu E added fuel to the fire with a faint smile: "Qing Luo, you only realized that today?"
