The sunlight slanted westward, the air thick with the smell of blood. He Ping'an licked her lips, her mouth full of blood. It was as if his question had stumped her; she was silent for a long time.
It wasn't that Lin Yao was so good that she married him—it was all the prince's decision. What bargaining power did she have?
In these two lives, only one marriage had been her own choice.
Looking at the man before her, He Ping'an felt as though heaven was deliberately slapping her face.
Back then, before her marriage, You Ruoqing had helped her inquire. He said that Young Master Gu was learned, polite, and gentle, from a clean and upright family, kind to his subordinates, and respectful even to the lowly. Who would have thought he would be like this in private?
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