Tao Wanxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The Prince is drunk."
'What lover? What inseparable couple? What play did he get these fantasies from, to be forcing this role on me?'
The servants of the Princess Mansion were all watching. Though their heads were bowed, Tao Wanxin still felt a prickling discomfort from head to toe.
You can't reason with a drunkard.
Tao Wanxin took his arm and said softly, "My lord, it's getting late. Let's return to the Prince Mansion and rest."
Zhao Minghong violently shook her hand off, then seized her arm in a tight grip, refusing to let go.
He said stubbornly, "No. You have to tell me the truth. Who is he? If you don't, I won't leave. I'll stay right here until dawn."
A look of shame and indignation crossed Tao Wanxin's face.
In front of all these people, Prince Yong was slandering her without a single thought for her predicament.
Mortified, she tried to wrench her hand free, but she was no match for his strength.
