Many strong-willed women who maintain a cold and dignified façade secretly yearn for a passion so intense it could drive one mad.
Frustratingly, everything Yang Zhen did had a knack for inciting such madness.
Watching Yang Zhen walk, mumbling to himself while tossing tree branches, and looking at Emperor Aotian with his arms akimbo, enjoying the show, the Empress of Su Emperor Palace felt a deep desire within.
She longed for Yang Zhen's ludicrous method to create another miracle, and to see him mockingly grin at Emperor Aotian upon his success.
Yes, just like that, once Yang Zhen succeeded, his smug face would surely beg for a slap.
And yet, it was this very slappable quality that heightened the anticipation, leaving the Empress of Su Emperor Palace feeling almost tingling with excitement.
"Kid, although I'd love to see you keep up the act, evidently, you're just walking in circles."
Emperor Aotian wore a mocking expression, teasing Yang Zhen.
