Facing such a series of questions, Qi Lianshan was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to answer.
"Enough."
After a brief silence, an aged hand extended from the gap in the curtain, gently waving, "Withdraw, I am weary."
Was it over just like that?
Qi Lianshan's throat moved slightly, his eyes full of confusion.
With his years of understanding of the Emperor, he was certainly not of a lenient nature and would not let him go because of some so-called affection...
After a while, seeing there was indeed no further word, Qi Lianshan then slowly stood up and tentatively said, "Then I won't disturb His Majesty's rest, I'll take my leave now."
With that, he bowed and retreated.
Pushing open the grand hall's door, he walked out of the gloomy palace. The bright sunlight fell upon him, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of sheer survival and gratitude.
