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She knew who he was. She had seen his shoes before, and who else would dare to wear clothes that were equivalent to those of a prince other than the famous Prince Mo and Feng Qian? However, this powerful man had unintentionally treated her husband coldly and just so happened to be her husband!

But what was he doing here now?

Wasn't he supposed to accompany Lateral Consort and stay in her room?

"Looks like the woman raised by Shangguan Wenrong is extremely generous!" His voice was as cold as ice as he slowly spat out his words. With a cruel smile that was unique to him, his long and narrow eyes stared mockingly at Su Yi.

Su Yi immediately understood what he meant. Was he saying that she didn't care at all that her husband was going to spend the night with a concubine?

Heh heh, how would he know what she was worried about?

"Your Highness must be joking, otherwise what do you think I should do? The Prince wants to see me like this again? Weeping? Sad? It's too bad, I don't know how to do it! " Su Yi's icy cold eyes were filled with arrogance as she raised her head and purposely said this.

Originally, she wasn't the sort of person who liked to use such a condescending tone. However, the current her was too angry. Furthermore, she was too filled with hatred towards him. She even had the desire to grind her teeth.

It was the first time in her life that she had ever hated someone so much.

"He's quite a despicable person!" This King wants to see how lowly you can be! " Feng Qian smiled cruelly and continued slowly, as if he was grinding something: "You probably don't know!"

"Know what?" Su Yi knew that it would be extremely disadvantageous for her to know what would happen next.

However, she also knew that she couldn't avoid it!

"Your father actually sent a letter to the Emperor of the Southern Dynasty requesting a marriage contract. He wants me to marry my most beloved woman to his son, your naughty brother. Hahaha, he misses my woman, how can there still be someone so unafraid of death in this world …" He laughed grimly.

He walked up to her, narrowed his eyes, and raised her chin with his slender fingers. "Could it be that your father thinks that you can interfere with the affairs of my backyard just because you've become an imperial concubine? I would like to see, what qualifications do you, a ruined flower, have to compare with my Mengyun? I want to see that old fogey Shangguan Wenrong's appearance when his plan fails! "Hahaha …"

"You!" Su Yi gritted her teeth. Suddenly, she wanted to rush forward and give this cold-hearted man a ruthless slap on the face! Since she was young, she had always been poor and had always loved herself. Her mother did not give up on teaching her because she was not favored and instead did her best to cultivate her into a good girl. His skills were not at the top, his looks were not at the top of the Southern Dynasty, but no matter what he did, it was not on par with the term 'ruined flowers'!

However, in the end, he had to hold it in!

"Are you afraid?" Feng Qian said sinisterly, trying to see her expression that was afraid of begging for mercy.

He realized that the angry face of the woman before him had gradually calmed down, like the bucket of water beneath her.

It was rather strange.

However, he did not know what she was thinking and only thought that she was pretending. Hence, he gave a cold laugh. "You can continue pretending. This King wants to see how long you can continue pretending for!"