"Fine. He wants you to take care of him personally, so go ahead and do that. It'll save me the trouble."
After walking away, Sang Luo sent out a wisp of her spiritual power. She saw Duotu wrap an arm around Martha Brent's waist and pull her into his embrace the moment she entered the room.
"The Queen was just here. Why did Your Majesty summon me too?" Martha Brent asked, her tone aggrieved.
"She's pregnant and has been worried sick for days. I had her come over to put her mind at ease... but the one I truly wanted to see was, of course, you." Duotu's smile was gentle and affectionate, utterly captivating.
Sang Luo watched the lovey-dovey scene, the corner of her mouth twitching. 'That bastard really is a quick-change artist. One second he's acting all deeply in love with me, and the next he's whispering sweet nothings to another female.'
'It's all just a false show of affection. The only thing he truly values is his own self-interest. No female could ever truly enter his heart.'
