Yan Rouxi took a deep breath. Her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Rage coursed through her veins at the sight of the way this cruel emperor was treating his woman.
"Bloody tyrant emperor," she hissed under her breath.
No wonder Xia Yuqing twisted her face in disgust whenever his name or her past was mentioned. A man like that didn't deserve anyone's love. Hell, he didn't even deserve to live. Who could ever fall in love with such a twisted psycho?
Her lips curled in pure disgust as she leaned against the cold wall, muttering, "If anyone deserves Xia Yuqing's love, it's Lu Jinchen. Not this walking red flag wrapped in royal silk. Hmph!"
Meanwhile, the storm inside the imperial chamber raged on.
Rong Xi stumbled back, coughing as she clawed at the emperor's hand wrapped around her throat. Her knees buckled, and she gasped, "Y-Your Majesty… p-please… forgive me… the assassins didn't mean to… they didn't know… Please have mercy—"
