Wang Jingyi glared at the glass ornament that hung on your robes, a clear reminder of how out of reach you were from him. The Imperial Crown Prince walked towards you with purposeful strides, standing beside you in the pavilion.

“Such a lovely night, isn’t it? Is father out with his other concubines?” Without waiting for an answer, he got out a jade comb, passing it to you, “You don’t have to accept. But if you do, know that you will be mine. I do not care even if you’re father’s favorite.”