Long Mingze didn't flinch when Xia Yuqing's hand tightened around his neck. He remained utterly calm, his expression unreadable even as her nails dug into his skin.
Instead, he glanced sideways at the trembling imperial physician. "Leave us," he said coolly.
The imperial physician, pale and drenched in sweat, bowed low before hurrying out of the chamber as if his life depended on it. The door closed behind him with a soft thud, leaving only the two of them—Emperor and Empress—locked in a suffocating silence.
Long Mingze's eyes met hers. The calm mask slipped, revealing a cold fury beneath. His voice was low, dark, and dangerous. "Then tell me, Qingqing," he said softly. "What should I do?"
Her chest rose and fell sharply. "How dare you even think of giving me an abortion drug?! How dare you even think of killing his child—my child?!" she hissed, tightening her grip around his throat.
