He, the towering Prince of Jing, everyone clamored and begged to forge ties with him, yet that wretched girl was not willing to come, spoiled her!
As he thought this, the Prince of Jing's legs had already carried him out of the room.
Even if he had to bind her, he must bring that wretched girl back by force.
When the Prince of Jing arrived, Ye Jiu was writing a letter in her room.
She had roamed around all afternoon, purchasing all the items she needed. In the capital city, she knew only the Prince of Jing, who had also been a considerable help to her.
Tomorrow she would be leaving this den of strife that is the capital city, and before leaving, she had to notify him one way or another.
But the moment she thought about how she had offended the Prince of Jing yesterday, she suddenly didn't know how to pen the letter.
