Who wouldn't be angry in their shoes?
It had been years, yet the Emperor still only had eyes for Ming Fei.
It had been an eye-opening day for them. Ming Fei's attention was entirely on the Eldest Prince; she didn't even try to catch the Emperor's eye. Yet, despite this, the Emperor's gaze remained fixed on the mother and son.
This was the advantage of having a son to rely on.
It had to be said, everyone was green with envy.
Wang Zhaorong called Feng Yunjin, Han Jinyi, and Lu Zhixue to leave with her, having no interest in seeing the other women's sour expressions. 'If you don't have the skill yourself, there's no point in being jealous of others. With all the time you spend being bitter, you could be trying to get closer to the Emperor.'
'Cowards, only fit for gossiping behind people's backs.'
