Zi Xia snickered with schadenfreude, unable to hold back a laugh, thinking to herself, with his missing limbs, he wants a woman? It's as unlikely as a eunuch in the Imperial Palace wanting a descendant—pure wishful thinking.
Xuexue glared at her, "The trouble you caused, and you still dare to laugh?"
Zi Xia's smile collapsed, and she immediately lowered her head, wondering why the Prince was so furious! He didn't even bother to look before hitting someone, not afraid of injuring the young lady.
Earlier, Long Rui's slap had destroyed much in the room, leaving fragments all over the floor.
Xuexue stood by, silently calculating the damages, planning to make Long Rui pay double.
Long Rui was also angry, saying coldly to the Weirdo, "Anyone who dares to touch my woman, regardless of their status, I will grind their bones to dust."
Each word was as cold as ice, as if the Weirdo uttered one more offending word, he would be executed on the spot.
