Perhaps one day, the Emperor of Wuyi would experience the harsher end of the stick. Even though he couldn't bring himself to look towards his precious sister, he could feel her vicious stare. Contempt. Hatred. Treachery. The intense emotions that coursed through her were filling her with too much negativity.
The Emperor had told himself he would never perform nepotism—it was unfair to everyone.
He turned to face Li Xueyue and beckoned her to him. "Won't you come forward, Little Lady?"
Li Xueyue whispered something to the Duchess. Slowly, she pried Duchess Wang Qixing's hands off her wrists. Duchess Wang Qixing tried hard to hold on, but Xueyue whispered something again. This time, angst filled the Duchess' expression. Instantly, Duke Li Shenyang stood protectively in front of his wife, shielding her reaction from the prying eyes of the crowd.
