It must have been those hard memorials from the Diligent Governance Hall digging into her.
Ji Qingwu sucked in a breath and turned to lie on her side.
But even after changing positions, red marks from where he had squeezed her wrist were still visible, and her left ear still burned.
She opened her eyes, staring at the bed curtains.
'Thinking of my actions today, I must have thoroughly infuriated Emperor Wu Su. In my desperation, I even kicked him. I wonder if I hurt him badly?'
'What if he can't have heirs now...'
She rubbed her forehead in frustration.
*
Li Yuzong was drenched in sweat as he watched the Emperor, who had appeared at Hongsheng Hall late at night, practicing his swordsmanship with an icy expression.
The longsword left its sheath with a sound like a dragon's cry. The heavy blade glinted with a cold light, its aura surging like a terrifying tide.
