"Okay."
The chauffeur walked away to contact the Privy Council.
Shadow felt a chill run down the top of his head. His back was already drenched. The cold wind blew through his bones.
He couldn't blame the Empress. However, he couldn't accept this outcome.
After a long time, he finally said with red eyes, "Empress, Young Master Qi is only 30 years old."
Nie Qixing was only in his thirties, the most dazzling period in one's life. He still had a long way to go… But he was already dead.
Nie Qingru's slightly cold eyes lost their focus for a moment as if she was thinking of another person who had passed away earlier.
She leaned back on the leather chair and relaxed. Her tone was cold and sinister as she said, "If you want to hate someone, hate the person who forced me to make this choice."
If Qiao Nian had not pressed on, she wouldn't have been forced to sacrifice Qixing.
