Chu Qianli knew that Feng Yexuan was angry.
He didn't like her being too smart; she could feel it.
It was nothing but male chauvinism acting up.
"Does the Prince wish for me to be like Chu Huaiyu, delicate and weak, constantly seeking your protection, and always scheming everything, just to win the Prince's favor?"
She wasn't mocking with a smile, she was just... somewhat helpless.
"Such women have never been in short supply around the Prince, have they? But does the Prince really like them? If the Prince does, why then did you drive Chu Huaiyu away just now?"
Feng Yexuan didn't speak.
He just knew that this damn woman always had the ability to anger him.
But did he truly wish for her to be like the other women, groveling at the sight of him, courting his favor?
In fact, Feng Yexuan had never considered this question before.
He wanted her to be submissive, but he couldn't help but take extra glances at the pride she carried.