Shen Yinning rubbed her aching wrist.
Her eyelids lowered, and her crimson lips curved into a cold, downward arc: "You clearly know what I want, yet what you give isn't what I desire. For example, I like pears, but you insist on giving me apples, and afterward, you wear a self-indulgent expression of sentimentality, completely oblivious that I utterly disdain your so-called generosity."
"Generosity?"
Lu Ying pinched her cheeks, forcing her head high: "You regard the Crown Prince's position as mere generosity? Shen Yinning, that child is Cui Ji's bloodline! That's not the child of you and me! What more do you want, what more?!
He hated Cui Ji dearly!
Hated that infant terribly!
He handed over the Crown Prince's position willingly, only for Shen Yinning to treat it as a cheap act of charity!
