The Second Prince of the Immortal Clan could only repeatedly trample upon Fu Yunhe's pain.
Bastard, disfigured, plus his fondness for men, were all he had control over.
"Bastard? How do I remember that the Immortal Clan Patriarch had five wives, and your mother was just the second? I don't know what the Second Prince's definition of a bastard is?"
"Or are you questioning the Immortal Clan Patriarch's arrangements, not agreeing with his decision to make Fu Yunhe the heir?"
These two questions made the Second Prince of the Immortal Clan so angry his eyes almost bulged out. Of course, he disagreed, he just dared not say it.
"Hmph!"
With a cold snort, the Second Prince of the Immortal Clan looked at the two and said, "Disgraceful!"
"We are a man and a woman, mutually in love, with hearts that resonate, how is that disgraceful?"
Nian Shutong didn't care how others viewed them, but she did care how others viewed Fu Yunhe.
