"The Empress is being rather overbearing with these words!"
Leng Muling couldn't help but speak out, believing that women should behave with the dignity their gender demands, and grace and composure were fundamental.
How could she expect Chu Yihan, the Emperor, to have only her in his life?
It was utter treason!
"Before you become his Empress, you have no right to talk to me like this!"
Su Yingxue rebuked coldly, her gaze oppressively intense.
Leng Muling tried to speak again but found herself silenced by the overwhelming pressure.
Su Yingxue turned to Chu Yihan and pointed at the Leng sisters, "There is no place for them between you and me! You don't know what I have done for you during this time, you—"
"And what about me? How else should I treat you?" Chu Yihan's eyes were dark as an abyss, boundless and intimidating, driving away anyone who dared to peer into its depths.
He had been cautiously caring for her, cherishing her.