Xue Zining’s mind exploded. It took her a long time to react, and she was filled with both anger and fury. Her entire body trembled.
At this moment, she had only one thought: to tear apart and grind to dust the person who had deceived and harmed her in her past life.
However, she knew she couldn’t do that. His appearance in Zhaoyuan Palace indicated that this was arranged by the Regent.
Xue Wenjie was testing her.
Taking a deep breath, she buried her hatred, refusing to act impulsively and ruin the meticulous plan she had been crafting for so long.
Clenching her fists tightly, she felt no pain even as her fingertips dug into her palms.
She turned and walked towards the bed.
Yan Zhao slightly raised his eyes and saw the slender figure clad in purple.
He could clearly sense that the Empress was filled with resentment the moment she saw him, wishing she could kill him instantly.
He didn’t understand why the Empress harbored such intense hatred towards him.
But at this moment, that hatred seemed to have diminished significantly.
No, it hadn’t diminished; she had merely hidden it.
“How are you here?” the young girl on the bed asked, her cherry lips parting slightly. Her voice was clear and cold, as frigid as the heavy frost of a deep night. Da Feng Novel Network.
Yan Zhao leaned in to answer, “I have now become Your Majesty’s…”
He couldn’t bring himself to say the word.
A chilling, cold laugh echoed, laced with endless iciness. “My person?”
Yan Zhao closed his eyes, as if letting out a soft sigh. “Yes.”
“Since I am your person, then you do whatever I tell you to do?”
Her voice was too ethereal, too devoid of emotion, and too chillingly cold. Even though he was accustomed to mockery, he couldn’t help but open his eyes at this moment. He wanted to see if she looked at him the same way others did.
He saw the icy, unyielding gaze in her clear, beautiful eyes.
Too clear meant too cold.
Not a trace of emotion, absolutely none.
Everything was chilling, freezing to the bone.
This coldness spread slowly from the depths of his heart to his entire body.
He knew very well that she would have this expression, this gaze.
Yet, an indescribable feeling arose within him.
He saw the young girl stand up and, with an unprecedented coldness, say word by word, “I dislike having others by my side when I sleep, but I also dislike being completely alone. You… know what to do, don’t you?”
The girl’s cherry lips parted, her expression one of utter disdain, unlike anything he had ever seen.
Yes, it was disdain, as if he were nothing more than an ant.
“I… understand!”
He straightened his body and walked towards the outside, passing the curtains, then the entrance to the inner chamber, and finally stopped.
Before he could steady himself, he heard that clear yet supremely cold voice again, “Shadows are too tall; it makes me uncomfortable to look at.”
Yan Zhao’s body paused slightly, then he bowed down.
“Kneel!” the girl’s voice floated over lightly.
Yan Zhao’s gaze shifted slightly. He saw a pair of embroidered shoes and boots with gold thread appear in his line of sight.
“Why aren’t you kneeling?” the girl’s voice carried a hint of a cold sneer.
She was laughing.
But it was a cold laugh.
This figure, which could have been peerlessly graceful, this figure of outstanding bearing, bent his knees and knelt down at this moment.
Looking at the person she had hated to death, hated for her deception, hated for betraying her even in her dying moments, now kneeling before her, she thought she would be happy.
But she wasn’t.
Her heart felt hollow, empty at this moment.
There was nothing. She felt a sense of loss.