Lin Haihai looked up at Yang Hanlun, shaken by his confession. Yang Hanlun turned around with love and pain warring on his face, his eyes reddened. “That’s right. I don’t deserve to say I love you. If I'd made up my mind to be with you from the start, none of this would have happened! I’ve misunderstood and looked down on you, Xiao’hai. I thought you were a vain, crude, and vulgar woman who was uneducated and didn’t know how to sew, who was neither generous nor mild-tempered. Despite everything wrong I falsely found in you, however, I still love you dearly...”

“Shut up, shut up!” Chen Birou yelled hysterically, covering her ears with a crazed look on her face. “Stop it! Stop with such nonsense! The one you love is me, not her. What you feel for her is merely a fad, a phase, not true love!”

“No, I love her, but I was ready to let her go and spend my life with you. You, however, struck me awake. You’re jealous of her? Why would you be jealous of her? I’d treated her so terribly. Why would you do something so vicious to her?”

Yang Hanlun punched the gate of the prison, his bloodshot eyes staring at Chen Birou with great pain.

“You should step away first, Hanlun. I have things to say to her.” Lin Haihai put her hand on Yang Hanlun’s shoulder. “Would you check on Official Luo and Minister Chen and see how their discussion is going?”

Without sparing Chen Birou another...