Su Luo, accompanied by Princess Anning, sat behind the screen. Hearing this, Princess Anning's hand that held the tea cup trembled slightly.
The scalding tea splashed out, some of it landing on the back of her hand, but she did not cry out in pain.
Su Luo raised an eyebrow: "It seems to be just as you expected!"
Princess Anning forced a bitter smile: "Yes, indeed, just as I expected."
Deep in her heart, she also harbored a thin thread of extravagant hope.
Having reached this step, perhaps the Prince of Qing Mansion could have persevered a little longer; if he was willing to persevere, then perhaps for her...
Unfortunately, this time, he still backed away.
Whether it was because of Princess Fu's pressure, or his disappointment in her attitude.
He backed away.
To back away is to back away.
There was no reason for it, nor was there any need to make excuses for him.
