After what seemed like an eternity, the gloom in Long Yang's eyes dissipated, and he said in a low voice, "You may leave."
As if he had been granted amnesty, Zhao Qian was about to flee the room when he suddenly thought of something. Bracing himself for a severe beating, he asked cautiously, "About Her Highness…"
"Ignore her. Why should I tell her where I want to sleep?" Long Yang's voice was icy, but he was starting to feel a kind of manic irritation.
Zhao Qian did not dare to comment any further and had no choice but to leave.
However, after coming out of the room, he lowered his voice and said to Chu Qi. "Go and tell Her Highness not to wait for Master. He won't be going to her place tonight." The Empress had always treated them graciously, and she was now pregnant with Master's child, too. Although Master would not let them inform her, they could still do it in private.
