"Why?" The Prince's face remained calm, but the hand under his sleeve was already clenched into a tight fist.
Su Yunjin met the Prince's gaze directly, her expression neither servile nor overbearing. "Your Highness, I am very grateful for your life-saving grace. If there is ever a need, I will surely repay you. However, my husband is not home. If I were to invite Your Highness into the house now, it would not only invite gossip about me but also harm your reputation."
Under his sleeve, the Prince's fist tightened even more. No matter what she said, it always came back to that man. For him, she went to great lengths to maintain a distance between them, even refusing him something as simple as a cup of tea.
A fleeting self-deprecating smile crossed the Prince's face. The jealousy he harbored toward that man had long grown into a consuming madness.
Su Yunjin's voice rang out again, still distant and indifferent. "Your Highness, I hope you can understand."
Understand?
