To be called incompetent by a man who is nothing is more than Princely Heir Qingyu could bear; clenching his fists, he aimed a punch straight at Ye Yiheng's face.
Ye Yiheng shifted his position, raised his hand with a swing, and Princely Heir Qingyu was sent sprawling backwards.
"You are not my match,"
Ye Yiheng left the room smoothly after dropping those words.
Sitting on the ground, Princely Heir Qingyu furrowed his brows in thought, then suddenly let out a laugh.
Leng Song thought his own Commandery Prince had lost his wits and approached him warily, asking, "My lord, you're not thinking of doing something foolish, are you?"
Princely Heir Qingyu waved his hand dismissively and stood up nimbly.
Ah Yan was crying with self-reproach; could he take it to mean that he held a place in her heart?
It was his fault for having watched from the sidelines with cold eyes when the Prince Zhenbei Mansion needed help the most, giving Ye Yiheng the opportunity to take advantage.
