"Oh? The most important person, you say?" Zhong Niangyao's lips curled into a mocking smile before she spoke, somewhat deliberately, "So tell me, who is more important to you, me or Prince Yu?"
Such a question, really, was no less difficult than the classic dilemma of choosing whether to save your mother or your wife if both were drowning.
Han An clearly hadn't expected Zhong Niangyao to suddenly ask such a question, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"How about it, is it that hard to answer?"
Watching Han An kneeling there, Zhong Niangyao let out a cold laugh and spoke, "Just now, didn't you say I was the most important person to you? Why can't you say it now? Han An, it seems that after so long not seeing each other, your ability to lie with your eyes open has improved!"
"No, that's not it, Master—I—" Han An kept shaking her head, trying to defend herself.
But she had barely begun to speak when Zhong Niangyao cut her off sharply.
