Ming Lingyi thought, 'If Li Yun tries to force me, I'll just have to stab him in the chest again today. I'll teach him a lesson.'
But to her surprise, Li Yun simply gestured toward her with his hand and did nothing more.
"Look," Li Yun said, motioning for Ming Lingyi to look at his sleeve cuff. "It's old and frayed."
Ming Lingyi: "???"
'Is the great ruler of a nation really telling me he has no undergarments to wear?'
'If word of this got out, no one would believe it, would they?'
"You used to say you wouldn't let me wear undergarments made by anyone else," Li Yun said. "So now, Yuan Niang, if you don't make them for me, I have nothing to wear."
Li Yun seemed to grow a thicker skin whenever he faced Ming Lingyi.
Just like now, he played the victim with practiced ease, showing not a hint of shame.
