"I ask, and you answer—speak no more than necessary."
Feng Yueya suddenly turned fierce, her tone like that of scolding a disobedient child.
"Okay." Yun Shangyuan nodded heavily, committed to telling her everything.
Now he had to listen to her in all things—she was his heaven, his everything.
He would do everything possible to please her, to satisfy her.
Otherwise, he would be cast into the eighteenth level of Hell, never to rise again.
Feng Yueya asked, "What is your relationship with Hai Ruoyan?"
A startled Yun Shangyuan hurriedly responded, "I swear, I have no relations with her. She is merely a subordinate."
There was no marriage contract between him and Hai Ruoyan—good.
"Are there any women in your Prince Manor?" Feng Yueya asked with squinted eyes.
Yun Shangyuan shook his head violently, "No, there are not even any servant girls. The only position for a Princess Consort is reserved for you."
