Yuan Xin ignored his warning. "Worry about yourself!" She gave him a shove and stalked off with her attendants.
Beitang Rui stared at her retreating figure with a brooding expression on his face.
Seeing the tension between the couple made Yuan Zheng sigh inwardly. Eventually, he said, "Please forgive Xin'er, Your Highness. She's always been a bit spoiled, and she's gotten even more temperamental because of the distress caused by her disfigurement. I hope you can be more tolerant of her."
Despite Beitang Rui's contempt for Yuan Zheng, he could not risk falling out with him right now, so he replied courteously, "Please don't criticize Xin'er, Prime Minister. She's a wonderful lady."
Whether or not he was being sincere, all Yuan Zheng could do was give him a grateful smile. "I'm glad you think that way, Your Highness. If there's nothing else, I'll be going first."
"All right." Beitang Rui gave him a brief nod.
