"Are you threatening me?" The Gong Prince coldly looked at the Gong Prince's consort.
He pointed at her, "Look at you now. Your face is so repulsive!"
Repulsive?
The Gong Prince's consort sneered, "Do you think I was born like this? It's all because you spoiled your concubines and destroyed your own wife that I became like this. What right do you have to criticize me? If you really can't stand me, you can divorce me after Mi'er and Zhao'er get married. Otherwise, we can continue to hate each other. You might not feel disgusted, but I feel nauseated looking at you!"
The Gong Prince's consort stood up and left.
The Gong Prince stood rooted to the ground for a while before flipping the table.
He knew it. He knew that she looked down on him.
Even if he was a prince, it could not change the fact that his mother was once a concubine and not the first emperor's direct descendant. He was even worse than the current emperor, who had been raised by the empress since he was young.
