He Tiantian pouted, probably trying to act coy, but in Zhou Jin's eyes, which already had a bias against her, she was nothing but a spoiled brat.
Zhou Jin's smile held no warmth, but he still gently held He Tiantian's hand, feigning affection as he said, "Yes! It's my fault!"
"However, now's not the time to talk about this; it's getting late. We should head to the palace!"
This was the main point!
If it weren't for preventing "Tiantian" from throwing a tantrum at the Imperial Palace, provoking scoldings from Father Emperor and other elders, Zhou Jin would never act humble and say a bunch of insincere things.
"Right! We have to go to the palace today!"
He Tiantian suddenly seemed to remember this, quickly lowered her head, and looked at her crumpled wedding dress she had slept in.
Then she grabbed her messy hair and shouted, "Come here! Hurry! I need to change clothes!"
With her command, the maids outside the corridor promptly pushed the door open and came in.
