Li Xueyue felt her afternoon meal rising up her throat. That name had not been said in a long time—especially by him. To this day, she could still recall his sickening voice, enthralled by the thought of touching her.
Her fingers trembled. Whether it was out of fear or hatred, she did not know. The emotions she felt for him was a jumbled mess. She couldn't pinpoint an emotion.
But one thing remained true.
Li Xueyue wished to see him suffer—in more ways than one could possibly imagine. She wanted to see his hard work crumble into nothingness. She wished to see his pride trampled into dust, and his fortune to disappear. Men like him did not deserve to succeed.
"Princess, are you alright? You seem sick to your stomach," Xiao Hua worriedly whispered.
The maidservant kept her voice low, but it did not escape the Crown Prince's sharp ears.
