An opportunity arising from many causes

Liang Hengxiao was no longer bothered to waste his breath on Fu Wenzheng.

"From now on, you should properly enjoy the treatment that a concubine should receive.

"Let's see if I, the prince, will instead be threatened and suppressed by your Northern Jing marquisedom.

"Take care of yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, opened the door, and left.

Fu Wenzheng had not expected that the reason why Liang Hengxiao had married her was actually because of the handheld stove.

Previously, she had guessed that Liang Hengxiao liked her as he had misunderstood something.

But he had deliberately never exposed it, insisting that he liked her.

Now, she could not accept this fact. "No, you can't treat me like this."

Liang Hengxiao stopped in his tracks. "Since you're not the one who gave me the handheld stove and ointment, I'll naturally treat you the way I want to treat you."