If a Tree Has Rotten Roots, It Must Be Dug Up

However, when Ye Zhenzhen saw Chu Yihan, her eyes lit up. She immediately approached Chu Yihan and bowed to him with a gentle voice. "Greetings, Your Highness."

Chu Yihan pretended not to hear her.

Ye Zhenzhen's enthusiasm contrasted sharply with his coldness, making the situation awkward.

Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to rise since Chu Yihan remained silent.

The mother and daughter knelt on the ground. Chu Yihan asserted firmly, "I will only marry one person in this lifetime. I will never take a concubine."

Marquis Changxin's face flushed with embarrassment. It felt like a slap in the face.

But he was also perplexed. "But Lan'er mentioned earlier that Your Highness summoned her and Zhenzhen to the Ninth Prince's Mansion. If Your Highness had no intention, why take such action?"

"I have never summoned anyone to the prince's mansion," Chu Yihan's voice was cold and authoritative.