Once Madam Song left, Song Yalin could no longer maintain the facade on her face. A cold light burst forth from her usually calm eyes, almost as if she wanted to kill Ji Xinhe on sight.
Instead of leaving, Xinhe looked down at Song Yalin who was still kneeling on the ground, her lips curling slightly. "Choosing the monastic life or getting engaged, have you considered it carefully? After all, this is a lifetime decision, one that cannot be handled carelessly," she said.
Song Yalin crawled up from the ground angrily and gritted her teeth, "You know everything, don't you?"
Xinhe blinked, "Know what?"
"Stop playing dumb with me! The Emperor wants to grant a marriage, you're afraid that I might steal your favor and place, aren't you? You, a woman with such a devious and cruel mind! How dare you block my path?"
