She wondered how a man destined to hold ultimate power over the world could claim to despise it most. This Lu Xiu had to be an imposter.
Liang Wan slowly lowered her head, her lips twitching into a wry smile as she stared at the silver-threaded peonies embroidered on the cloak. She was nothing more than a pet he had casually picked up in his free time. There was no trust between them to begin with, so it was only natural that he would keep the truth from her.
Defeated, Liang Wan lay back down and pulled the cloak over her head. Not only had she failed to get his promise, but she had also driven him away in anger. If a pack of jackals, wolves, Hus, or leopards were to come and drag her away now, wouldn't it be her own fault for making her bed and having to lie in it? Muffled beneath the fabric, she sighed heavily. Why was getting into the palace so incredibly difficult?
