A man's heart should be iron to his dying day.
Yet, the same affair touches different hearts in different ways.
He told himself he had seen every kind of weeping beauty: those on the verge of tears, those as lovely as pear blossoms in the rain, and those who cried their hearts out.
Just a few days ago, the breathtakingly beautiful Princess Consort Wei had sobbed uncontrollably in front of Hongsheng Hall, and he had felt nothing but annoyance.
Only this pure little lotus could make her tears seep into his heart, one drop at a time.
In the teahouse, she had defied him again. He had a thousand cruel ways to make her admit her fault and submit in an instant.
But the moment he saw her red-rimmed eyes and trembling shoulders, he couldn't bring himself to act. He couldn't find it in his heart to be truly cruel and punish her.
Emperor Wu Su closed his palm around the jade pendant, holding it up to the lamplight for a closer look.
