The Emperor stared at her, his pupils growing larger and larger.
Le Xiu rushed forward, tightly grasping the Emperor's hand guided by the rhythm. To outsiders, such a scene was truly warm and moving, yet her words were utterly heartless: "Guess what I will do after I find out? Hmm?" She pressed the Emperor's palm: "I will avenge him; he cannot sacrifice in vain."
The Emperor used all his strength to try to fling her hand away and opened his mouth to call in Chief Chang, but Le Xiu suddenly raised her cry, drowning out his voice.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Le Xiu shook her head, her tone as soft as coaxing a child, but her gaze was extremely cold: "You want me to go back; you want to estrange the Crown Prince and me, don't you? If it were before, I might have had to comply, but now..."
