"Little sister, you... you weren't tricked, were you?"
Su Baiwen looked heartbroken.
"Little sister, everyone outside knows that Prince Jing, the Regent, is cruel and inhumane, bloodthirsty by nature, volatile, moody, and that he controls the court with absolute power. You absolutely mustn't let him trick you."
Was her man... really that violent?
He clearly looked like he was smiling very gently.
And he was kindhearted too. Otherwise, why would he have protected her the first time they met?
"Brother, the roast chicken you're eating now was prepared for me at his order. If it weren't for him, I would have been beaten with a rod yesterday. When I had a headache, he even called for an imperial physician to examine me."
"Ptui, ptui, ptui."
Upon hearing that, Su Baiwen hurriedly spat out the meat in his mouth and threw the roast chicken in his hand onto the table.
"Little sister, why didn't you say so earlier? What if he poisoned it?"
Su Qiao smiled and shook her head. "It won't be poisoned. I've already eaten one, and I'm perfectly fine now, aren't I?"
"That still won't do. He's our enemy. How can I eat something belonging to our enemy?"
Su Baiwen firmly refused to eat any more.
Even though he had only put a little food in his stomach and was still very hungry, he couldn't eat it.
"Brother, you said our father was old-fashioned and blindly loyal. Look at you—you can't even identify the enemy correctly, yet you want to drag everyone into his punishment. Is that something a true man would do?"
Su Baiwen immediately spoke righteously and solemnly:
"Don't talk nonsense. Your brother travels the martial world relying on one thing: righteousness. Your brother is a famous hero in the martial world now. I can't ruin