Hong Ling stood by the window, watching the slowly rising sun, and muttered to herself: "An Ning, you must be very happy now!"
As she thought, she really was thoroughly defeated in this marriage.
Her husband, calling out her name in bed.
She must be very smug now!
Smugly watching her in pain, smugly watching her downfall, heartbroken.
Smugly watching how unwelcome she is in her husband's family!
An Ning!!!
Princess Hong Ling, furious, swept everything on the desk onto the floor.
Crash, crash, a sound of shattering!
Pingping had followed Hong Ling since she was young and knew her master's temper. At this moment, she dared not advise but only quietly stayed by the side, anxiously waiting for her master's rage to subside.
From the bottom of her heart, she felt her master indeed suffered grievances at Prince Qing's.
But on the other hand, isn't this what high society marriages are like?
