Song Lianhe knew she was beautiful. While making her way in the world alone, she'd had no shortage of powerful men offering their patronage. But she simply wasn't wired that way, choosing instead the most difficult path of struggling on her own.
To be worthy of the label "femme fatale" was, at the very least, a form of acknowledgment for her beauty.
But Zhou Cangyan's tone suddenly shifted. "However, you've underestimated me and overestimated yourself. A rumor so mindless isn't worth believing."
Song Lianhe was so angry her eyes flew open. "Prince, what you're saying is terribly biased! It's a rumor—who cares about logic or facts? Who's going to investigate? Of course, people will believe it first! I was only looking out for you, but if you don't care, then I have nothing more to say! My reputation is what it is anyway. One more rumor makes no difference, and one less doesn't matter!"
She gave a perfunctory curtsy, then turned and went back to her room.
The door slammed shut.
