"Wh... what?" Duan Chunrou’s face turned pale with shock. "That’s impossible!"
"Why is it impossible?" Wen Ruyun remained as smiling as ever, even finding the mood to nibble on a pastry. "If you refuse, I’ll have no choice but to spread word about the birthmark on your body. The Emperor favors me so much—if I whisper a few words into his ear, do you know what your fate will be? Not just you, but perhaps your entire Duan family will incur the Emperor’s wrath."
"You... you are truly despicable!" Duan Chunrou turned to leave.
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