When court ended, Su Qiao felt refreshed and comfortable all over.
Although she had come to court before dawn, seeing the Little Emperor nearly faint from anger the entire time while still having no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it had made the trip worthwhile.
However, her mood took a turn for the worse when she ran into Li Sang before leaving the palace.
That man really had no shame.
At a time like this, he actually still had the nerve to come block her path.
"I heard The King had Ye Lihan move into the royal residence?"
"Is The King planning to marry Prince Ye? Could The King have forgotten that he's a prince of Dongjin?"
Li Sang knew he was unwelcome now, so he did not beat around the bush.
Su Qiao stood with her hands behind her back, a mocking, cold smile on her face. "So what if he's a prince of Dongjin? As long as I want him, even if he were the emperor of Dongjin, I'd still marry him."
Li Sang looked at Su Qiao, who seemed to have gone mad over Ye Lihan, and felt an unbearable sense of resentment.
Not long ago, her wholehearted devotion had belonged to him. Why had she turned around and given it to someone else?
And to a crude Dongjin man whose appearance, behavior, and manners were all so vulgar.
Since she had wanted to treat him well, why could she not keep doing so?
Why had she betrayed him?
"So what The King said before—that you would take me out of the palace a year later—was also a lie?"
Su Qiao was amused by the hatred in his eyes.
Could this man really think he was the master of the world, and that only