Wei Shu was originally displeased.
Although he was certain that during that time, Prince Aisi's behavior was emotion-driven but within the bounds of propriety, as a man, he still found it irritating that his wife had been eyed by another.
But after seeing the painting, he curled his lips and snickered.
Prince Aisi might have appeared refined on the surface, but he harbored many thoughts; painting this picture, he had already given himself a way out.
It was both a display of weakness and a gesture of goodwill.
Wei Shu stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Su Luo's shoulders, and chuckled, "He is subtly pleading with me for mercy, considering he lent timely assistance this time, let's write off this debt!"
"But..."
Su Luo immediately raised her hands, "My body and mind are pure; I even resisted the queen's seduction!"
The man huffed, "If you dare to be with someone else, I'll break your legs!"
"Whose, anyway?"
