A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xijian Yunchen's lips, and he knelt down and looked at the pitiful face in front of him that looked like a pear blossom in the rain.
It's a pity that in his eyes, there was no pity at all, only disgust.
He stretched out a finger to hook her chin, smiling evilly.
"Because, I have never liked you!"
His voice was calm and cold enough, but it penetrated her heart instantly like a sword.[
She looked at him in surprise, unable to recover from these words for a long time.
How is that possible? She doesn’t ask for his love!
But at least, she is a beautiful woman. He will always have a primitive impulse to like a man, right?
She doesn't believe it!
"Your Majesty," her face was as pale as paper, and her body was shaking slightly because of the severe blow she received: "Are you joking with me, my concubine?"
If you don't like her, why would you defy everyone's opinions and make a widow the queen of Fanxiang?