Your Highness,

The only person he cared about and pampered to the bone was Su Yurou.

Even if he was disappointed in Su Yurou now, if Su Yurou died, he would cry very sadly.

On the other hand, if she had died, it would not have been the same.

Perhaps, Su Dingheng would have scolded her and then pretended that he had never had a daughter.

Because he had never loved her mother.

Therefore, he did not love any of her mother's children.

"Ha..." This cruel reality made Su Yingxue laugh with a sense of desolation.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden sound outside the window. Zhilan quickly went to check, and then there was silence.

Su Yingxue stood up cautiously. A white figure fell from the door. It was Chu Yihan, who was as graceful as a celestial being.

After Su Yingxue recovered from her surprise, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up. "Your Highness!"