Gao Qian's handsome face was grim. He slowly lowered his lashes, casting a deep shadow across his unnaturally pale skin. His lips were pursed tight as he stood there, icily silent.
'This look of his…'
'To catch one of his own consorts with another man, and then be forced to help that bastard cover it up and take the blame… even a common man couldn't stomach that indignity, let alone a deranged, savage, and perverse emperor like Gao Qian.'
'It's a miracle he managed to hold back this long.'
Liang Wan's gaze swept over the others in the room. Her heart was pounding, but her expression remained serene. "All of you, go and wait outside."
"Wait."
Gao Qian rose to his feet. He ambled over to a guard, drew the man's longsword, and turned back toward the figure kneeling on the floor.
Song Yuzhen froze. Her face went white, her eyes widening in terror. She began to kowtow frantically, her voice choked with sobs.
