The Only Beautiful Thing In Life

"The Empress always confides in you, especially the things that are bothering her," Wen Jinkai began. "Has she ever spoken ill of Minghua, especially during her stay in the Palace nearly three years go?"

The Second Prince pursed his lips. "You know I can't reveal the conversations I shared with Mother, just like how I don't let her know what you say."

"Just tell me."

"I know you've spoken ill of Minghua when she stayed in the Palace," Wang Jing deadpanned. He stared disapprovingly at his close friend. 

Wen Jinkai abhorred Wang Jing's resemblance to the Empress. They shared the same crinkle of their brows and how they tightened lips when things didn't go their way or simply when they were upset.