Xi Jin clenched his fists and turned his gaze to the sky. The round moon hung high while Dai'er's smiling face seemed to appear in the moonlight. It made his heart ache. It was so painful that he found it difficult to breathe.
"I, a stately prince, had my wedding called off my wedding day. It was an utter loss of face. I'm already showing leniency by treating her this way," Xi Jin said coldly. Compared with Dai'er's death, these things were as simple as tickling someone for Shen Yunya.
As for the matter of Dai'er, he did not want to say it. Or at least, he did not want to speak about it to others.
