Liang Rou hadn't expected to cross paths again with her enemy so soon.
With fury, she looked at Shao He and said, "Just because you are the Fifth Prince's Consort, you think you can act recklessly like this?"
"I'm sorry, it was my fault." Shao He had been walking too quickly and hadn't seen her coming.
"A simple apology and that's it? Look at my hand—it's scraped!" Liang Rou, helped up by her maid, glared at Shao He with eyes full of hatred.
Since the last incident, the way her father had treated her made her feel out of favor, so whenever she saw Shao He, she couldn't contain her temper and wanted to teach her a lesson, even if it was just gaining a verbal upper hand.
"If that's the case, tell me how much silver you want," Shao He, knowing Liang Rou's disposition and not wanting to argue with her, just wanted to leave the place quickly.
