His voice was low, resentful, and bitter. "Have Zhen favored you so much that you no longer value my efforts, nor care for all that I've done for you?"
He looked at Mei Liang resentfully, almost like a wronged wife confronting a cheating husband.
Mei Liang blinked, stunned. If not for the sharp pain in her stomach, arm and back, she might have burst into laughter on the spot. To think the cold, expressionless emperor could look at her with such grievance—it was truly a rare sight.
Suppressing her amusement, she cleared her throat and forced her lips to remain straight, though her eyes glimmered with restrained mirth.
"Your Majesty, this concubine truly does not understand what you mean. If I have offended you, please say so directly. I will beg for your forgiveness." Mei Liang's voice trembled, but her eyes remained steady.
