Lu Ying's face darkened. "Kneel."
Shen Yinning was confused. "Your Highness?"
This damned man was simply too capricious!
She had no idea what she had said wrong!
Did he think she, now of such humble status, had no right to bicker over jealousy with other women?
At this thought, Shen Yinning's eyes brimmed with tears as she begged for mercy. "Your Highness, this humble wife knows her fault..."
"What fault?"
"The fault of... of saying such words of jealousy. This humble wife, already bearing sins, exists in the shadows and has no right to act out of jealousy. Your Highness favoring this humble wife is already her greatest fortune..."
She bit her little handkerchief and sobbed softly.
She thought her words would appease Lu Ying, but to her dismay, his face grew even darker as she finished speaking.
Lu Ying carried her to the lattice window, and amidst her tender sobs, he claimed her.
