"...That way, I can share the pain with you."
In her mind, a childish voice seemed to be repeating this sentence.
Li Yuyu's face changed slightly, and she suddenly broke away from Yan Xiu's hand and got down from his lap: "Emperor, I am feeling unwell, I must take my leave."
Without waiting for Yan Xiu's reply, she turned and left. After taking a couple of steps and feeling it was too slow, she lifted her skirt and ran outside.
Shen Quan heard the commotion and had no time to speak before the pale purple figure disappeared in front of him. He widened his eyes in astonishment, paused for a moment, and then slapped his thigh. He hurriedly bent over and entered Yangxin Hall.
"Emperor, Lady Li... you..."
Shen Quan started speaking in broken sentences, unsure of where to begin, because he saw the Emperor laughing.
Laughing?
Laughing!
Laughing!!!
