Huo Haitang's body suddenly went stiff, and she turned around to see the person she most wanted to meet in her life but least wanted to meet at this moment.
"Crown Prince, Your Highness?"
Two voices, the same words, came from the mouths of two people who were just at loggerheads, but their meanings were entirely different.
The moment Huo Haitang thought about what she had just said, her heart jumped up into her throat.
With a thud, she fell to her knees, trembling: "Please forgive my offense, Your Highness. What I just said was nonsense; there is absolutely no such thing. I beg Your Highness for forgiveness!"
If Huo Haitang was a proud peacock earlier, she was now a plucked, bare-tailed quail.
Looking at Huo Haitang, who was shivering on the ground, Chen Leyao's mood cleared up entirely, yet she had no intention of gloating or adding insult to injury.
