He shoved the teacup, still half full, back into her hand. "Drink."
His tone was indifferent, and his expression perfectly calm.
Liang Wan, however, gripped the cup as if sitting on pins and needles, absolutely not daring to look at the Empress Dowager's face. She held it like a burning coal, waiting for a long time but never experiencing the expected storm. If it were anyone else, being subjected to such blatant humiliation would have provoked them to either slam the table in outrage or at least turn visibly pale with anger.
Yet the Empress Dowager, apart from a complete lack of a smile, showed not the slightest trace of anger. Her cold, impassive demeanor was exactly cut from the same cloth as Lu Xiu's. As expected of those meticulously trained by Master Lu.
