"Get rid of Tang Zhi?" Jiang Yuechan's dazed eyes instantly cleared, and she spoke, stunned.
Pei Shaoqing reached out and, with a practiced hand, began to untie her sash. "That's right," he said. "The Tang Family has been so thoroughly humiliated. They may not dare to say anything openly, fearing the Jiang Family's power, but they're bound to hold a grudge in secret.
"Given our positions, it's fated that even though we love each other, I can never give you a proper title. The best I can do for you, my dear Yuechan, is to sweep away anyone who might threaten you."
'An affair is still a kind of love, after all.'
"Mr. Pei~" Jiang Yuechan's heart melted. Her bright eyes glistened as if about to overflow, and she never imagined Pei Shaoqing would be willing to make a move against Tang Zhi for her sake.
A gust of wind made her shiver. She glanced down and belatedly realized her robes were completely open. Instantly, she felt both embarrassed and flustered.
