Feng Qihe's face couldn't maintain its composure.
It was a tremendous humiliation.
"In the eyes of the fourth prince, my marriage is just a trivial matter?"
Usually, he would never make a fuss about such things with Feng Yexuan.
But today, for some reason, he felt infuriatingly blocked up.
It was suffocating!
This time, Feng Yexuan's gaze finally landed on their intertwined hands.
But he laughed with a frivolity that was quite at odds with his usually stern image.
"Why should my loyal brother be angry? It was just a joke," he said.
"Since when did you, Prince Yexuan, learn to joke?" Feng Qihe was angry because of the disdain in his eyes.
The look in Feng Yexuan's eyes made him feel humiliated.
Because Feng Yexuan knew that he was going to marry a fake!
Yu Linglong, a worthless woman in Feng Yexuan's eyes!
But he couldn't accept it; he couldn't bear to be looked down upon by Feng Yexuan like that!