Empress Song saw that smile on Emperor Yan's face, and every hair on her body stood on end as her heart thudded wildly.
"Empress, you take Me for a fool and toy with Me, and you're very pleased with yourself, aren't you!" Emperor Yan chuckled. That smile never reached his eyes. He looked to Commander Zhao and ordered, "Gouge out Lu Shenxing's eyes and present them to the Empress."
"Yes." Commander Zhao turned and left.
"Your Majesty!" Empress Song's gaze was filled with terror. He—he had gone mad.
"What are you afraid of? When you plotted against the imperial heir and against Me, hadn't you already thought this far?" Emperor Yan smiled faintly.
"Your concubine did not; your concubine has been wronged!"
Emperor Yan barked, "Lady Song, I am not here to listen to your excuses! You think I truly believed you were wronged and hauled you in just to give you a chance to explain? Cough, cough…"
Empress Song shut her mouth and stared at him.
