Lu Hualiang's eyes held a hidden ferocity.
"If you want to move out, then move. Nobody's keeping you here!" he said coldly, glancing at Xia Weibao.
He seemed so eager to sever ties, as though he was the one longing to be involved with her.
Ignoring Xia Weibao, Lu Hualiang stood up and walked into the bathroom.
He turned on the faucet directly, letting cold water cascade down upon him.
Thinking that he would get better? No chance!
In the room, Xia Weibao wore a look of confusion.
All she'd said was that she wanted to move to the guest room, not that anyone was keeping her—why did he suddenly turn so hostile?
She couldn't figure this man out.
Her Majesty the Empress was not one to look for trouble. She placed Lu Hualiang's medicine on the bedside table and then dove under the covers to sleep.
The next day, Xia Weibao was awakened by the doorbell to find a familiar face before her eyes.
"His Majesty..." she murmured, somewhat dazed.
Was it her emperor?
