Marquis Qin felt as if his vision was blurring. He had reached such a high point of rage that a vein popped on his forehead, yet he could do nothing to her. He clenched his fingers together and gritted his yellow teeth so hard, it was going to crack and shatter.
From all of the stress lately, he had lashed out more than usual at his concubines and children. As a result, they became a bit detached from him. So many things were put on the line just to please the Crown Princess.
And after everything that he had lost, she sat before him, unbothered and unyielding. She sat with poise, her head as raised as he had remembered, her eyes as bright as ever. There was not a single change in her appearance that glowed with youth, her skin smooth and free from worry-lines.
The Crown Princess had been flourishing whilst he had been suffering.
