Wan Rong said nothing.
Seeing that Wan Rong had fallen silent, Nian Siting continued:
"Rong'er, let's stop talking about these unhappy things.
Let's go back to being as close as before, all right?
I remember when we first met..."
Wan Rong interrupted Nian Siting and said:
"Nian Siting, there's no going back for us!"
"No, Rong'er, we can definitely go back to how things were!
You're still in my heart!"
"It's too late. It's all too late.
Even if you talked the heavens apart, I would never believe you again!"
"Rong'er, we..."
Wan Rong no longer wanted to hear him speak. She told her subordinates:
"Gag him. I don't want to hear his voice again."
"Yes."
The carriage soon stopped, and her subordinates immediately bound Nian Siting and gagged him.
At last, the world was quiet!
The carriage started moving again!
Before long, they returned to the Prince's Manor.
Without sparing Nian Siting so much as a glance, Wan Rong ordered her subordinates:
"Lock him up and guard him closely. Don't let him have contact with anyone!"
"Yes!"
Hearing this, Nian Siting tried to struggle and resist, but it was utterly useless!
Just like that, Nian Siting was dragged into the dungeon and locked up.
Wan Rong returned to her own courtyard.
She calmly ate dinner, then had her maid prepare hot water for her bath.
While she bathed, the maid massaged her shoulders and asked:
"Princess, what should we do next?
Shall I send the man in the dungeon on his way?"
All of Wan Rong's subordinates hated Nian Siting to the bone. He was nothing but an ungrateful wolf.
Their mistress had given so much for him, yet he hadn't felt the slightest gratitude. He had even kept a concubine outside and fathered a child with her, and