Her laughter was more joyful than it had ever been, so much so that Shen Mochen almost doubted if the person in his arms had changed.
At this moment, the Earl was beside himself with rage. He finally understood that the person before him was nothing but a shameless ruffian, slick-tongued and vulgar, someone with whom reason was useless and unworthy of any more wasted time!
And to think he had just been trifled with by this sorry fellow for so long!
"Father-in-law, I think your words are quite hurtful. One really shouldn't harbor such prejudice against different social classes..."
Shen Mochen looked hurt. Do you not hear how the inner treasury burns to beautiful ashes, how the bones of the noble cover the royal streets?
