Li Mu'er's nails dug into her flesh, yet Prince Liang remained indifferent.
"Prince, I beg you to remember me for the sake of Lin'er whom I bore for you," Li Mu'er pleaded timidly.
She had had enough of living in poverty and had no wish to return to that broken temple.
At least in the Wang Mansion, she had people to serve her, and there was no lack of food or clothing.
"Rest assured, as you've given birth to Yi'er, you're a meritorious servant of the Mansion of Prince Liang. You shall not lack anything you're due," he said.
Prince Liang lazily glanced at Qiao Duo'er, but made it clear that she should not expect anything more.
Li Mu'er wiped the tears from her face and regained her usual composure.
Having seen countless women, Prince Liang would not feel any compassion for a woman's tears.
