"B… but, Concubine Cheng. We—"
"We go back to the great hall, did you not hear clearly what I said?" Concubine Cheng Wan Nian growled again. "You know, His Majesty the King has not arrived until this moment. And I don't want the throne to be taken over by a lecherous devil like Prince Wu. I don't want to be touched, let alone touched by that rotten devil!" angry then. With quick steps, she walked towards the grand hall. But her actions stopped when she saw a figure wearing a white hanfu standing in front of her. Concubine Cheng Wan Nian's eyes were glazed over, and she would have almost collapsed again had it not been caught by that figure.
"Why are you being this weak?" asked the figure who had hugged her.
"Didn't Your Majesty ask, how hard is it for me to hold back the longing for losing Your Majesty?" Concubine Cheng Wan Nian whispered.
