A mocking smirk tugged at Zhou Junlin's lips. Even without him saying a word, Song Lianhe knew how foolish she sounded.
'But what choice did I have?'
'Someone had to break the tension!'
"I do not like to repeat myself!"
Zhou Junlin was genuinely enraged, and a deep killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
An almost imperceptible smile touched Xuan Mei's lips. She raised a hand to push Da Xi aside, her other hand already moving to her waist, ready to draw her dagger at a moment's notice.
Song Lianhe's brows knitted together. She spun around to block Xuan Mei, her gaze grave and complex as she stared directly into the other woman's eyes.
"Your loyalty is admirable, but don't forget where you are. This is the E Mansion, and the person lying on that bed is… the Princess… Consort… Ling!"
She stressed her words, wanting to make Xuan Mei understand that fighting Zhou Junlin now would only cause trouble for Zhou Cangyan.
