The third prince, Liang Hengxiao, watched his father leave with a cold expression.
He knew that this was coming.
At this moment, his mind was a little muddled.
He was unsure of what to do at all.
He had finally obtained the chance to fight for the throne in the imperial court, and it was all gone just like that?
As for taking out his anger on Fu Wenzheng, he couldn't take it out on her either.
After all, he was the one who had asked for her.
He had somewhat dug a grave for himself.
He walked out of the main hall in a daze and happened to bump into the second prince, who didn't seem to be in a good mood.
The corner of his mouth twitched. "My brother, are you satisfied now?"
If it wasn't for his second brother, Fu Wenzheng wouldn't have done such a stupid thing.
Liang Shaoheng raised his eyebrows. "Satisfied? Your own imperial consort did a stupid thing. What has it got to do with me?"
