Pei Shu'er pursed her lips and said nothing.
Yan Hengyin looked at Pei Shu'er's expression, a trace of hatred appeared.
He felt a sense of betrayal and anger.
"What good is he, a cripple? I can offer you the position of a concubine—can he?"
Pei Shu'er replied, "He wasn't a cripple at the beginning. He was a valiant young general. He is no longer a cripple; he is now a thousand-household officer who makes enemies tremble."
Watching Pei Shu'er speak so tenderly of Tang Zan, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with light and admiration.
Yan Hengyin's face became increasingly unpleasant, his heart began to hurt with sharp twists.
He said, "Enough."
After saying this, he felt the atmosphere freeze, and Pei Shu'er stood aside without treating him, just looking at him coldly.
Yan Hengyin's heart began to ache.
In the past, he had spoken of heartache and sweet words to Pei Shu'er.
However, this was also the first time he truly felt the emotion of heartache.
