Willow got forcibly repelled back several steps from that exchange. When she looked up again to meet that seductive and handsome face, her own complexion had already gone pale.

  This man, he’s fully recovered.

  How am I going to handle this now?

  The others didn’t miss the panting breath from the monarch’s chest, but their focus couldn’t leave the steambun’s figure due to his appearance.

  "HAHA!" Suddenly, Willow bursts into a wild laugh. It’s filled with self-ridicule and sarcasm like someone being shamed.

  For a while, the whole courtyard had fallen quiet.

  "Di Cang…" Her white dress fluttered gently with the wind as sadness surged forward on her expression, "You are so cruel, what on earth can’t I compare to her?"

  Willow’s gaze finally turned to Bai Yan to take a serious look for once.

  The old grudge once again flashed before Willow’s eyes like a film, which only made her all the sadder.

  "Bad woman, you can't compare to my mother, not ever!” Bai Xiachen's small body got in front of Bai Yan and acted like a shield, his aura strong and unyielding. "You don't deserve to be compared to her!"

  Willow’s fist clenched violently over that statement as her gaze shifted over from Di Cang’s and onto the steambun’s. She was sad before, but now it’s all about rage and the desire to murder this runt.

  "Are you Di Cang’s son?" She sneered and seethed with disdain.

  Bai Xiachen did not reply to her question, but instead swinged around to act all cute and innocent before Bai Yan: “Mother, is this bad woman stupid? Didn’t she hear me call Father already? What’s the point of asking me that rhetorical question?”


  Willow almost wanted to explode there as her chest huffed and puffed from annoyance. It’s bad enough she’s losing face, now she’s being insulted by a runt.