That day, in Taiji Palace, Gao Qian had leaned down, about to commit an indecent act. She had feigned compliance and was just about to make her move when he suddenly pulled her up. His ice-cold hand caressed her face.
"If you were to change your mind, run away with him, or incite him to raise an army and rebel, wouldn't I be suffering a disastrous double loss, just like in the old proverb?"
His eyes were as deep and dark as the night, without a single trace of lust. He just stared at her eerily, like a cat.
Liang Wan felt a pang of guilt under his stare. Beneath her sleeves, she clenched her fists and met his gaze. "Does Your Majesty not trust me?"
He remained silent, scrutinizing her inch by inch, from head to toe.
After a long moment, a slow smile bloomed on his face.
His chilling laughter echoed through the chaotic room, littered with corpses, sinister and terrifying.
