Perhaps, to Cui Yun, it's not worth mentioning. But for Ji Teng, who was sent away as a hostage at the age of eleven, it's too heavy.
At that time, some might have pitied him, but beyond pity, more so.
——Finally gone, the smoky battlegrounds have calmed.
Or maybe it's still.
——Being a hostage is just our dynasty's surrender. Only giving up territory and paying reparations to appease the smoky battlegrounds, this Third Prince is a disgrace.
Upon hearing this, Cui Yun's lips carried a faint indifferent smile.
He was about to speak when he overheard the girl next door changing from her previous low spirits to being furiously upset.
Shen Hua: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I live in the Marquis Mansion, but I'm not sleeping on Cui Yun's bed. The child isn't his."
"That's not right. They said you're not pregnant! It was a frame-up."
"Why don't you believe me?"
Wei Yingying couldn't believe it, yet the girl showed her the virginity mark.
