Nangong Yi turned his head, looking coldly at Princess Zhao Yang, and said: "Zhao Yang, I didn't expect you to be so malicious despite your young age. I really wasted over a decade doting on you."
"Brother!"
Princess Zhao Yang did not expect her brother to say such heavy words to her, she could not help but shed tears in grievance.
"Brother, are you blaming me because of that woman? Brother, why don't you open your eyes and see what kind of woman she really is? She's seducing you on one hand, not allowing you to marry Rui Zhu, and on the other hand, she's flirting with other men, didn't you see that? The young master of the Huo Family, for her sake, even gave up the Iron Scroll and Dan Book handed down by his ancestors. All of you are captivated by her, treating her like a treasure, but in reality, she is merely a despicable woman who can be had by anyone!"
"Slap——"
A resounding slap landed heavily on Princess Zhao Yang's cheek.