She hesitated again and again, but simply could not bring herself to stab it.
That fiend's face was clearly so hateful.
What was going on? Why was this happening? This wasn't how it should be!
Could it be...
Was Ling'er right? Had I really fallen for that fiend?
Pah! Pah! Pah!
Absolutely not!
What merit did that fiend have to win my heart?
Besides, my plan was to make that fiend so obsessed with me that he couldn't drag himself free.
If I fell for him...
Wouldn't that mean I, the Princess Consort, was really giving myself away for nothing, or even... falling into the trap myself?
Han Lingxuan shook her head furiously, banishing that absurd thought.
But she also put away the silver needle.
She racked her brains and finally found the reason.
It must be because I'm too beautiful.
And this fiend's portrait is right beside mine now.
If I stab him full of holes...
Wouldn't he be unworthy of me, the Princess Consort?
It would make me look blind, choosing a pockmarked man.
Yes, that must be it!
Han Lingxuan nodded, thoroughly convinced.
The more she thought about it, the more sense it made.
But when her gaze caught the word "slut" above her own head, something felt wrong again.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she bit her lip.
Her exquisite face was so ravishing it seemed ready to drip with beauty, breathtaking to behold.
How...
How could I be so shameless?
What on earth had I been thinking just now?
A dignified Princess Consort, wearing the label of a slut.
And I put it there myself.
If word got out, wouldn't I become the greatest laughingstock under heaven?
Besides...
It doesn't fit my current sinister, vicious nature at all.
The most important reason she had bound