"That's… gross."
Devon instantly shot glaring daggers at Ghost Lin, and the latter pursed her lips in a thin line. Obviously, Devon knew that — although inbreeding was normal back in her world — but Ghost Lin had to be more sensitive to her words.
"It is against my will," Devon spat out, a little disgruntled. "Ghost Lin, please be sensitive with the words you speak and don't jump to conclusions easily!"
"Woah! Chill." Ghost Lin raised both her hands as a gesture of surrender. She slowly drew back, crossing her legs as she tilted her head to the side.
"I'm curious. How can you be the empress consort if…" Ghost Lin trailed off once again as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Is the emperor your brother?"
Devon's jaw tightened as she gritted her teeth. Her chest moved in and out heavily, as that could only be the answer to Ghost Lin's question.
