"How is it you?" Ji Fengye asked, but even Mo Ren Zhi had very little information on how he had gotten to the Crown Prince's quarters, let alone slept with Feiyue.
"What do you mean by how is it you? Brother, I hope you weren't expecting me to have sex with your wife, did you?" Ji Mingyaun snarled, his eyes still on Liang Chen.
"Come sit." Ji Mingyaun pulled Liang Chen toward the sofa. Everyone watched his tenderness toward the man—something he didn't show with others, not even his family.
"Wouldn't it have been better to have her touched by my brother than a guard?" Ji Fengye whispered.
"And have my consort's purity removed…? No, thank you."
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence; only the sobs of Feiyue could be heard.
"I didn't do it… I was framed," she kept repeating, but Liang Chen cast her a nasty grin.
Ji Mingyaun turned to Liang Chen, his eyes soft as he took his hands within his.
"I am sorry," he whispered.
