Jiang Yao stretched out an index finger and pushed a face covered in a face mask away from her. "But what I do know and can definitely tell you is that you're not like the Empress; you are the Empress, and Fu Jinghen's harem consists only of you, Wen Qiao. If he dares to flirt with a mistress two, three, four, or five, I'll castrate him."
"......"
Looking at Wen Qiao, Jiang Yao asked, "What's with that expression?"
"An utterly shocked expression." Wen Qiao gathered her jaw. "So, Sister Yao, you love me this much that you would oppose Fu Jinghen for me—wait a minute."
Wen Qiao said as she scurried out of the bathroom, grabbed a cell phone, rushed back in, switched on the recording function, and handed the phone to Jiang Yao. "Sister Yao, say that again, I'll record it and play it for him the next time Fu Jinghen gets involved in a scandal."
