As soon as the words were spoken, Yan Hengyin wished he could throw Pei Shu'er down, his eyes tinged with red.
"Pei Shu'er, do you know what you're talking about?"
"You clearly said before that the person you liked the most was the Third Prince, and you wouldn't marry anyone but him in this lifetime."
"You're not even truly married to Tang Zan yet, so there's no need to call yourself his wife. Everything still has room for maneuver."
Pei Shu'er shook her head, her eyes filled with a touch of mocking laughter.
"The Third Prince? The one whom I pleaded with repeatedly from prison, yet refused to see me, and when he finally did, spoke to me with heartless and decisive words?"
"Do you know? He told me not to indulge in wishful thinking!"
"Why should I insist on marrying him? Haven't I given enough for him? From a lady, I've turned into an exile. I've left my hometown and cut ties with my former life."
