Li Xueyue was sure Xu Jiaqi would cause problems in the long run. It would be as easy as telling Yu Zhen to dispose of the woman.
He had promised her before that he would eliminate every obstacle in their path. But what would the people say? What will the Emperor and Empress think especially after she had gotten on their good side today?
Li Xueyue frowned. In high society, words were weapons. She should use it instead of actual knives.
She couldn't change the fact that she killed her birth father with her bare hands. She was now a monster—one that's desperately grasping onto humanity.
"She will be punished," Yu Zhen abruptly said. "On the grounds of disobeying commands and storming into my private study without permission."
Li Xueyue didn't respond. She remained motionless in his arms.
