Shamed to the core by Lu Chen's words, Murong Xue'er was overwhelmed with humiliation.
Despite being insulted by this detestable man, she couldn't say anything in return because, after all, Lu Chen hadn't done anything today—he had merely been lying there the whole time.
After a long while, unable to bear the humiliation any longer, Murong Xue'er chose to completely fall from grace. With a cold laugh, she said, "What's the matter, have I disappointed the Prince?"
"I am such a woman. If the Prince dislikes someone as shameless as me, he just needs to stop seeking me out to practice calligraphy."
Because of her humiliation, Murong Xue'er became angry at this point.
Lu Chen smiled faintly, "Are you flying into a rage out of humiliation? Have you not considered that if I don't seek you out for calligraphy practice anymore, how will you extract information from North Prince Mansion in the future?"
With that said, Murong Xue'er's heart skipped a beat.
