Bai Yue didn't bother to hide her skepticism, which in turn made Ji Mo Yuan smile without restraint. He shook his head and looked down at her fondly.
"I'm serious. I know how to handle the Emperor."
"If you did, he wouldn't have deposed you on our past life," she pointed out ruthlessly without missing a beat.
Ji Mo Yuan went to sit on the rail next to her and responded calmly, as if he was talking about a stranger, "In our past life, I was foolish and arrogant. By the time I knew better, it was already too late. When the embezzlement incident happened and everyone betrayed me… I didn't have the will or the energy to defend myself."
As he said this, his gaze subconsciously shifted in the direction he just came from. It had been months since he came back to the past and was given a second chance even though he didn't believe he deserved it. Years since his son committed suicide. And yet, his grief was still raw.
