Mùróng Zhuó looked at me with a pensive expression and said coldly, "Your Majesty, if you don't like her, this subject will simply send her away!"
His voice was colder than the icicles hanging from the eaves.
It was as if this woman were nothing more than a disposable object.
"No, no. I don't mean I don't like her, I just..."
My heart tightened, and I hurriedly explained.
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