Ji Qingwu clutched her right cheek, her shoulders trembling as her voice cracked with grievance.
"If you're determined to lay blame, you'll always find a way. Your anger should have subsided by now, Princess. You've already slapped me without a second thought. Isn't that enough?"
The rims of Ji Qingwu's eyes were red, and her body trembled. She looked so fragile that a gust of wind could have blown her over.
Seeing her in such a state, Princess Qingyun was at a loss for a rebuttal.
Wei Chi Lianping's thick brows furrowed. He hadn't expected Princess Qingyun to be so senseless.
'This Miss Ji Wu has wised up a bit,' he lamented to himself, 'but it's still not enough.'
'She should have run straight over, latched onto the Emperor's leg, and not let go, pleading her case through tears.'
'No, maybe she wouldn't even need to cry. If she just looked at the Emperor with those red-rimmed eyes, she wouldn't have to say a single word.'
