Even during his year of hiding and fleeing, Su Hongzhen had never suffered humiliation like this.
His eyes bulged, and even his nostrils flared slightly with anger. He looked positively beside himself with rage.
Su Hongzhen opened and closed his mouth for a long time without finding a suitable retort.
Had those words come from a grown man his own age, he could have taught him, as someone who had weathered life's storms, what it meant for worldly fortunes to rise and fall. But the one saying them was this little milk dumpling!
Who on earth had taught her this?!!
As though she felt she had not dealt Su Hongzhen enough of a blow, Jiang Yingcheng continued fanning the flames like a miniature adult. "Life, you know, is just-"
"Ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs..."
Only when she had exhausted that entire breath did the final "down" stop, as though its echoing loop had finally ended.
The only sound left in the Torture Hall was Su Hongzhen's heavy breathing.
Lu Yao turned slightly away, unable to bear the sight.
A perfectly respectable prince had been reduced to this state by just two remarks from Her Little Highness. Years later, he would still be waking from midnight dreams, sitting bolt upright to curse about it.
But-
Why did you have to provoke her?
Lu Yao thought, fiercely protective of her.
Arguing with the Little Princess could only lead to two outcomes:
Lose, and you would feel awful inside; win, and Emperor Mingze would make your body feel awful.
It was a far worse fate than arguing with your own wife.
Honed by years in the Northern Frontier Palace, Su Hongzhen had long since mastered the art of swallowing his anger. Before long, he steadied