Qin Zhen's voice was loud, causing the Idle King to feel utterly humiliated.
"Qin Zhen, are you blind? Do you know who I am? Even if I took a dancer, what could you possibly do to me? Besides, she was already a prostitute from the brothel. I slept with her, that's all. What right do you have to question me? The envoy disappeared from his own room—that should be your negligence. What grounds do you have to question me!"
Enraged, he sat bolt upright, his corpulent body gleaming whitely in front of everyone, his belly creased with four layers of folds, each one trembling vigorously as it manifested its master's fury.
Upon seeing this, Lu Yanluo wept even more bitterly.
Too ugly, too disgusting.
It was like swallowing a lump of fat directly, making her retch.
"Why are you so agitated, Your Highness? I've barely said a few words and your spittle is almost spraying on my face," Qin Zhen said, as he reached up to wipe his cheek.
