Mingquan made Lin Jiao sit on the chair and got on his knees. She was sobbing when he asked her if she would stop crying.
"How to do that? I was super scared," Lin Jiao said and again began weeping.
"You already look ugly and after crying you look horrible. If someone sees your face in the night, he will definitely die," Mingquan remarked and told her that he would lift her skirt.
"Don't," Lin Jiao said.
"If we don't treat your wound now, it will get infected. Don't be shy. I am your soon-to-be husband," Mingquan said with a slight smirk.
Lin Jiao found her heart beating strangely and she pushed that thought off her mind. "You won't be my husband. I do not want to marry you," Lin Jiao said. She used to forget that she was in front of a prince and that she should give him appropriate respect.
"We shared a kiss," Mingquan said.
