Liang Wan awkwardly withdrew her gaze and lowered her head. "I just thought that you, My Lord, bear some resemblance to His Majesty."
It was meant to be a casual excuse, but upon careful thought, they did look somewhat alike. After all, a nephew often takes after his uncle, even if Lu Xiu was a rather young uncle.
Lu Xiu frowned, unwilling to continue the topic. He simply asked, "You had Zhou Yun tell me that you risked stealing the secret seals because you were instructed by Liang Cheng?"
Liang Wan's eyes were firm. "Yes."
"Why?"
"What pain could possibly compare to the illusion of having attained everything, only to realize you possess absolutely nothing? Wealth and power—aren't those exactly what he desires?"
Lu Xiu looked at her with a chilling gaze.
"My Lord—" A eunuch jogged over to meet them, his face flushed and completely out of breath.
