Tao Wanxin was dragged along by Prince Yong. She carefully protected her stomach, nearly stumbling several times.
The man, bursting with rage, finally stopped.
"I almost forgot, the Princess Consort is someone who cares so much about her reputation."
Zhao Minghong stared at her, his expression frighteningly grim.
"So many people were watching in the front hall, so you refused to tell the truth. Now that no one else is around, you can tell me right here. Who is that bastard?!"
After Tao Wanxin steadied herself, she was still panting, her face pale with fright.
Hearing him continue to insult her, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart, no matter how well-bred she was. She raised her hand to slap him.
Zhao Minghong's pupils constricted violently, and a flash of hurt crossed his eyes.
He didn't dodge or move away, just stared at her face.
Tao Wanxin's hand stopped just short of his face.
