Shen Lang observed his lost, dejected expression and couldn't help but touch her cheek. "Another poor soul, captivated by my face..." she sighed.
Qing Mei found it amusing, yet he couldn't bring himself to laugh.
He didn't know how to convince her that his affection for her went deeper than her mere appearance.
*
*
「The next day.」
Qing Mei went to court as usual.
But this time, everything seemed different.
When Shen Lang received the news, she was stunned, finding it hard to believe.
'The Empress is deposed and will be executed tomorrow? Prince Chen has been condemned along with her and thrown into the dungeons? The Chen Prince Mansion is surrounded by the Imperial Guard and on the brink of collapse? The Prime Minister offended the Holy Emperor, was stripped of his title, and has been taken to the dungeons?'
'Fuck.'
'This is a little too intense.'
'Is that dog Emperor even human, pulling a stunt like this?'
