Zi Wei's chest vibrated powerfully, his heartbeat pounding at a pace he had never experienced in all his years.
Intense, fiery.
Even his usually cold face slowly thawed.
This scene filled Yue Lian with admiration.
But she had to intervene.
She stepped forward, hooking her arm through Zi Wei's, "Zi Wei, let go of the Ninth Princess Consort, she'll have trouble breathing if you continue like this."
"I won't let go!"
Zi Wei was not being stubborn for the first time.
He hugged Su Yingxue tight, as if she was as precious as his own heart.
"Zi Wei, let me go."
Su Yingxue felt a bit embarrassed, it wasn't proper to do this in front of so many people.
She quietly poked Zi Wei in the back.
Zi Wei still refused to let go.
Yue Lian, out of options, whispered in his ear, "If you keep holding the Ninth Princess Consort like this, and the Ninth Prince blames her, what will she do then?"
Her words poured over Zi Wei like icy water.
