His tone was disrespectful, his smile odious. He was really treating Chen Rong like a part of his harem.
Chen Rong slowly rose to her feet.
She very slowly straightened her back and walked toward him.
In the large open hall, cool wind swirled her dress like a lotus flower in full bloom, outlining her small waist even more distinctly.
The prince’s eyes were glued to her body, unable to move away come what may.
There was a reticence in Chen Rong’s expression. Under her wide sleeves, her right hand slightly moved and in an instant a golden hairpin had fallen into her palm.