"Now that we're in Jinya Pavilion, it's best to give Mr. Li some face; let's not trouble each other."
Li Jisheng responded with flattery:
"It's still the Prime Minister who can stomach grievances like water carrying ships—so many enmities, all turned to jest."
"So many enmities, all turned to jest."
Qin Qingluo sneered inwardly. If all enmities could truly turn to jest, then Chen Yi would have long been reduced to ashes. Minor feuds, petty grudges—they seemed laughable even to her own ears. But he took her title as Princess and humiliated her relentlessly. If not for the needs of the situation, she would have returned to the Southern Border ages ago, keeping as far away from him as possible.
