Although he cared deeply for his younger sister, seeing her like this, the Sixth Prince could not help questioning her.
Qianxi merely rolled her eyes at him.
"None of your business."
The Sixth Prince sighed, then rubbed his forehead.
"Little sister, could you learn something from the other noble ladies? What you did in your territory was one thing, but now that you're back in the Royal Capital, you're still acting like this. What am I supposed to say about you?"
Hearing the Sixth Prince lecture her, Qianxi immediately grew impatient. On top of that, Samlet had already twisted her emotions, and she had long harbored resentment toward the Sixth Prince. This time, she erupted outright.
"What do you want me to do? You've got the nerve to bring up my territory? When Mother died, she told you and King Father to take good care of me. And what did you do? You threw me into that territory at an early age."
Upon hearing Qianxi's accusations, the Sixth Prince immediately thought of several ways to refute her.
Yet when he saw the stubbornness in Qianxi's eyes, he ultimately said nothing.
Seeing that the Sixth Prince had no answer, Qianxi's heart turned several degrees colder. She spoke icily.
"Move. You're blocking my way."
Qianxi went around him and headed out of the residence. The Sixth Prince's face was filled with sorrow. He desperately wanted to stop Qianxi and tell her that it was not that he did not care about her—it was because the Royal Capital was a political whirlpool, full of treacherous, shifting currents. If he wanted to protect her, he had to send her away.
But when he thought of how he had used Qianxi once again, the guilt in his heart left him unable to seize her and