The moment he heard the girl call herself Mei Lang and then suggest staying alone to help clean his body, he made up his mind—this girl could not be his beloved.
What angered him even more was Mei Liang's reaction.
She didn't even hesitate. She just left me with this stranger, this pretender. His expression darkened. If this girl were an assassin sent by his enemies, he could've died right here. If he hadn't stayed vigilant, would Mei Liang have let him die just like that if something happened?
Until now, he had simply assumed she didn't love him, and maybe she has someone else in her heart, he had once thought. But now…
Now he's certain—she feels nothing for him at all.
The anger in his chest burned hotter. She didn't even flinch. Not a hint of jealousy. Not even a second glance.
She needs to learn her place, he thought coldly. Once they return to the Imperial City, he will make sure of it. If he let this go, who knows what she'll dare to do next.
