The Ninth Prince of Southern Chu was exceptionally tall. He strode in against the light, his gaze sharp as a blade, cutting across Shen Wei's face.
Li Mi halted.
Tilting his head, he studied Shen Wei's features as if observing some curious plaything. With a mocking tone, he said, "So you're the fisherwoman His Majesty brought back?"
Shen Wei took a sip of tea. "Mhm."
Li Mi: "How ugly."
Shen Wei set down her cup. "If His Majesty makes me his empress, I'll be your mother. A dog doesn't despise a poor home, and a son shouldn't scorn his mother's looks. How dare you call your future empress dowager ugly?"
Li Mi: "..."
Gritting his teeth, Li Mi spat, "What a vicious tongue."
Beside them, the palace maid Caizhu trembled, her legs nearly giving way as she fought the urge to kneel. She frantically signaled Shen Wei with her eyes, silently pleading for her not to provoke the Ninth Prince.
Li Mi was no ordinary man!
A ruthless one at that!
