A jade belt embroidered with a Golden Dragon lay tossed at Ji Qingwu's feet.
Emperor Wu Su replied matter-of-factly, "So this time, it's I who has appeared before you."
Ji Qingwu seethed at his twisted logic.
'He forbade her from appearing before him, yet he could come and go as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted. What kind of justice was that?'
'But what could she do? He was the Emperor.'
That day in Zhaoyang Hall, he had spoken such cruel words to her in front of everyone. She had sensed there was a reason, that he hadn't meant what he said.
But from the Emperor's assassination and supposedly fatal injuries to his bizarre recovery now...
Only now did Ji Qingwu realize that Emperor Wu Su hadn't revealed a single thing to her about his plans.
His machinations were so profound, so deliberately concealed, that even if she wracked her brain, she could never fathom them.
'Why should she let him stir her heart into turmoil just because he wanted to?'
