"I refuse."
Song Lianhe declared abruptly.
Her answer, though expected, still enraged Song Xingfeng.
"I am not asking for your opinion. Prince Ling and I have already decided. The wedding is set for the sixth of next month—you will marry him at the same time as your sister!"
Song Lianhe sneered. "Fine by me. I'll back out. Let her marry him by herself."
Song Xilan glanced at her sidelong and said slowly, "Sister, don't say such things in a fit of anger. Everyone knows how deeply you love Prince Ling, don't they?"
"Everyone knows? Clearly, you don't, Sister. Otherwise, how could you two have become so infatuated with each other?"
"Sister, you've misunderstood. I..."
Song Lianhe turned, looking her sister directly in the eye for the first time since she'd entered the room. "Don't panic, Sister. I have no intention of settling scores with you. There are plenty of men in the world. If you like him, by all means, take him."
