The Empress was furious.
She really hadn't expected that upon learning of Chu Qianli's participation in the selection for Prince Yexuan's consort, her son would become so enraged.
He couldn't even control his fury, smashing everything he could in the sleeping quarters!
Her kind words and persuasions were to no avail, and in the end, even the Empress trembled with anger.
"Hehe, even if she's beautiful, she's nothing but a worn-out shoe, what do you want with her?"
"If you truly like her, mother will bring her to your bed to play with as you please, but is she worth such a fuss for you?"
Feng Qihe kicked a chair, his anger not subsiding.
"This son means no offense!" he gritted his teeth, not looking at the Empress's face.
The son was her own flesh and blood, how could the Empress not know about his fiery temper.