"Not happy?!"
Xia Ruqing acted as if nothing was the matter. "Not at all!"
Not at all? How is that possible?!
Zhao Junyao, unfazed, pressed, "Jealous?"
"You are the Emperor, and I am but a lowly concubine. What is there for me to be jealous about?" Xia Ruqing didn't even realize her tone was undeniably sour.
