Looking at Zhuo Ma, Jiang Peihuan nodded, "I understand."
Zhuo Ma had expected that after she spoke, Jiang Peihuan would fly into a rage. She had envisioned all possible outcomes, but she hadn't expected Jiang Peihuan to remain so calm.
Seeing Jiang Peihuan get up, she couldn't help but rise as well. Staring at Jiang Peihuan, she asked coldly, "Aren't you angry?"
"Why should I be?"
Zhuo Ma stared intently into Jiang Peihuan's eyes, noticing that her expression was truly without a ripple of emotion. Zhuo Ma felt a flash of anger, "Stop pretending! I know the Emperor of the Qi Kingdom has decreed your marriage to King Cheng. I want to marry him, I don't believe you aren't angry."
"Princess Zhuo Ma, as you said, you want to marry King Cheng. Thus, you should be speaking to him about this, not me."
"If you can get His Highness King Cheng to agree, I definitely won't stop you from marrying him."
"Of course, I believe that he won't marry you."