Ye Yiheng sneered coldly, "His mother is Princess Heng Yuan, his father is Marquis Jiangyang. If they knew that Ji Qingyu was injured because of you, do you think you'd have the face to see him?"
"What if I go quietly?"
If Ji Qingyu were to come to harm because of her, she would feel terribly guilty.
The man before her was so ruthless, and now his words seemed to imply that Ji Qingyu's injury was all her fault.
She had tried reasoning with him before, but he was stubborn as a madman; no matter what she said, he simply wouldn't listen.
"No!" Ye Yiheng said sternly, "Do you think, with your status as Crown Prince Consort, you could ever marry someone else?"
Leng Yu Yan bit her lip and said nothing.
That question, she had never considered it before.
Seeing her silent, he continued, "Or do you think the Eldest Princess and Marquis Jiangyang would agree to marry their son to a woman who has lived so long in the Eastern Palace?"