"..."
Zhao Feibai raised his wine cup and looked at Qu Sisi, putting on the air of offering a toast.
Too bad.
Qu Sisi didn't even spare Zhao Feibai a single extra glance.
Her best friend had been handed over to Zhao Feibai, and all she got in return was the news of her death. This grudge, Qu Sisi always kept in her heart.
Drinking?
Qu Sisi didn't even want to give Zhao Feibai a pleasant expression.
"Your Highness the Princess?"
Seeing Qu Sisi unresponsive.
Zhao Feibai raised an eyebrow slightly and looked towards Qu Sisi. The others around clearly sensed something was off as well, turning their quiet attention over.
As for Prince Jin Yan Ze, he didn't care at all.
Perhaps to him, this was no big deal.
"So Her Highness the Princess doesn't intend to give me even a shred of face?"
Seeing Zhao Feibai determined to make Qu Sisi drink this wine,
the guard Jiang Jing at the side clenched his fist ever so slightly.
And in the very next second—
