And she was currently sobbing delicately into the Prince's chest.
"Oh, here we go," Transmigrator Ji'an sneered, rolling her eyes as she walked. "Generic White Lotus Concubine Number Four. Let me guess, she has a chronic cough and manipulates everyone by playing the victim?"
"I cannot bear it, Yichen," the White Lotus wept softly, clinging to the Prince's robes. "She is the official consort. I am merely a commoner you took pity upon. She has the General's backing. She will surely poison me out of jealousy."
"Do not weep, my fragile lotus," the Prince scowled, his face twisting with profound annoyance directed at his absent wife. "I only married Lin Ji'an to secure the southern armies. She is a boring, rigid woman who lacks your delicate spirit. You are the only one I truly love. I will ensure she never touches you."
The original Ji'an, hiding behind the pillar, shattered.
She slumped to the ground, covering her mouth to muffle her heartbroken sobs. She had been used.
