"Wanling..."
The Seventeenth Prince's voice sounded as though it had been sliced apart by blades, broken and intermittent. His eyes were clouded as he stared at the peerless beauty before him and rasped, "Just now, you were in such a hurry to offer the second batch of color crystals to Little Nineteen, weren't you?"
The moment those words tore through the paper window, the atmosphere plunged into deathly silence. The Seventeenth Prince seemed shrouded in black miasma and cruel truths. Bai Sha was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips, folded her arms, and said coolly, "It does not matter if you know. His Highness Nineteen is so heaven-shaking that he naturally deserves everything."
Bang!
Hearing such a decisive, heartless answer, the Seventeenth Prince staggered back a step. It felt as if his heart had shattered.
"But you told me that once you obtained the final five drops of color crystals, you would find a way to leave the Maiden Rite Palace, and you would marry..." The Seventeenth Prince's voice was mournful, his eyes red-rimmed.
"Yes, I lied to you. But are you without fault yourself?" Bai Sha finally became angry too, pointing at him as she demanded.
The Seventeenth Prince asked in shock, "For a hundred thousand years, I was single-mindedly devoted to you and cherished you like a treasure. Where was I wrong?"
Bai Sha said coldly, "Your fault was that you were clearly born into the imperial clan, clearly the son of the Great Emperor, yet you became nothing more than an ordinary Awakened One! You are not even a Tai Yu Seed, yet you had a marriage contract with me. If I had not fought desperately for the chance to enter the Maiden Rite Palace and annul our engagement, I would have been delayed by