If there was one thing that kept Xu Jiaqi going, it was the Crown Prince. No man had ever played her heart like him, tickling and crushing it without qualms. In his eyes, everyone was disposable. But she wanted to be the one thing he could never discard.
The Crown Prince had saved her life three times now. It belonged to him. She'd do everything in her power to ensure he realized that. Even if it meant taking a life.
So, when he didn't even spare her a glance, Xu Jiaqi was floored. She saw his shoes, black like his soul, stop directly in front of her, but not pointed at her. Instead, his boots were facing Li Xueyue, the crazy Princess.
"Your palm is bright red," Yu Zhen chastised. He gingerly grabbed her wrist, flipping it over to reveal her burning hand.
"How can you treat yourself like this? It is horrendous," he added on, gently blowing upon the skin.
