Whenever Li Ming'an thought of the word "fool," a vein on his temple throbbed.
Every time he recalled how Qi Yu pointed at him and called him a fool at the Duke Residence, his teeth itched with hatred.
With a darkened face, he retorted, "If she's not a fool, then who is!"
Madam Qin was startled by his attitude, and her previously firm beliefs wavered a bit.
Duke Qin's face turned ugly as he scolded her, "Why bother His Highness with such groundless matters!"
"But..."
Madam Qin frowned, wanting to say something, but she indeed couldn't explain why she had that feeling and had to give up.
Li Ming'an, still smeared with the sticky ointment, was not in a good mood. "If there's nothing else, the Duke and Madam should return first; I still have some matters to deal with," he said.
Duke Qin felt deeply humiliated and was just about to stand up and leave.
However, Madam Qin blurted out the sentence she had heard at Prince Qiu's Residence.
