The intense hatred, sharp as a needle, made Liang Wan's pupils contract.
It was a hatred born of a blood feud.
Zhao Ruxin's features were contorted, yet her voice was gentle. "I am merely a Hongde. How could I dare ask the Consort to apologize to me?"
With that, she shot Liang Wan a venomous glare before turning her head to the seated man, her voice returning to a choked sob.
"Your Majesty, I'm begging you. Please, I'm begging you. In the past, whenever I asked, you would always say yes... you always would..."
"After all this time, can it be that Your Majesty feels no affection for me at all? Not even a little?"
As she spoke, some memory seemed to surface, and she collapsed at his feet, crying again. This was nothing like the delicate, tear-streaked beauty of her crying yesterday. This was a gut-wrenching, unrestrained wail, a sorrow so profound it would break any listener's heart.
Liang Wan could see that Zhao Hongde was truly in love with Gao Qian.
