Xu Jingwan, however, refused to back down and retorted, "Why does the Emperor follow her foolish antics? Everyone understands his intentions, don't they?
She's already married and doesn't know how to avoid suspicion. Now her affairs have become the topic of idle gossip, truly a loss of face!"
Xu Ji never expected that the first piercing arrow would come from his own aunt.
He cried out in anguish, "Second Aunt, if my eldest aunt were still alive and heard you speak of her daughter in such a way, how heartbroken she would be!"
Tears glossed Xu Jingwan's eyes, but she spoke with even more ruthlessness, "Without her, your eldest aunt might not have died."
Xu Ji felt his blood boil, anger rushing to his head, leaving him unable to communicate with her any longer, or even bid her farewell. He simply wanted to leave.
At that moment, footsteps sounded from outside. The door curtain lifted, and Lan Jue entered.
His demeanor was cool and ethereal, like an immortal descended to earth.
