Emperor Fadong quietly hummed to himself. How should he deal with this fiery spitball? Li Xueyue had the soft features of a submissive daughter, but looks could be deceiving. She had the intelligence of a wild spirit bent on running free. She could not be chained down, so long as she used her words as a shield.
"Yes, I suppose you're correct. We said we wouldn't help you anymore," Emperor Fadong agreed with her, nodding his head.
Li Xueyue let out a silent sigh of relief. Her tense shoulders slightly relaxed. She didn't know this was only the beginning of her troubles.
"Do you know the beauty of words, Little Lady?" the Emperor suddenly asked, causing her to blink once, twice, thrice.
"Words are cruel. They can heal, but also harm. They speak for us when our actions can't. They can build up but also destroy. There is no beauty in them," Li Xueyue answered, her words leaving an impact on everyone in the room.
