The Crown Prince was on the verge of going mad with anger.
But the person in front of him still stared with a pair of peach-blossom eyes, looking eagerly at him, their eyes watery.
He spoke a few words, and somehow, most of the anger in his heart dissipated, yet he didn't show it on his face, still as cold as to freeze someone to death.
"But I don't like him," Yan Wanqing said gently, frowning, "I only like you."
Her words were clear and distinct.
The Crown Prince's neck flushed red to the roots of his ears in an instant, and the remaining half of his anger vanished as well.
"You can't take out your anger on me because of others; it's not fair to me," Yan Wanqing felt that even though there were feuds as great as nations between them, she still chose to come together with him firmly. Why should they be unhappy now because of a third person?
It was completely illogical.
