Chuzheng brought Ying Xiang back to the mansion and ran into Zhen Rou at the entrance.
Usually, Zhen Rou wore heavy makeup and dressed exquisitely.
But at this moment, Zhen Rou looked unwell, appearing feeble as if frost had hit her.
However...
This was clearly an intentional look!
Who manages to look so perfectly frail, not embarrassed, just enough to inspire pity?
Zhen Rou spotted Chuzheng, a flash of resentment crossed her beautiful eyes, but she learned her lesson and bowed respectfully.
Her demeanor was unusually humble, unlike her previous arrogant displays.
"Greetings, Prince's Consort."
Chuzheng walked past her with indifference, treating her as insignificant as the roadside wildflowers.
Zhen Rou clenched her handkerchief, her resentful gaze followed Chuzheng's retreating figure.
That night, Changsun Hang approached with some people.
"Third Prince, why are you here?"
I didn't mess with your beauty today!
