"Father, I will not! You cannot force me into this marriage! It would ruin my entire life!" Fu Mingyue’s voice trembled, yet every word was clear.
Her slender fingers gripped the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white. This single sentence seemed to exhaust every ounce of courage she had gathered over the past decade. Ever since she had grown closer to Fu Yingzhi, the long-repressed spirit of rebellion within her seemed to have been ignited by her third sister.
Count Jingwen’s hand, which had been holding a celadon teacup, froze mid-air. He looked up slowly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes before it was replaced by a cold, sharp glare. He slammed the teacup onto the table with a crash, making the surrounding maids and governesses shudder.
Chapter 101