Huang Yu pushed open the grand doors of the royal study, her steps light, avoiding too-long eye contact with Tayin, who remained silent with an evasive gaze.
Guilt.
The pride of the junior clan leader needs no elaboration; seeking an audience with the Monster Emperor Tayin of her own volition was out of the question because once she stepped through this door, she was no different than Shen Luo, a woman who climbed ranks by flaunting her beauty.
Yet, she had still come.
Huang Yu's maneuvers were particularly passive, especially since Shen Luo had moved into the Monster Queen's chambers. Under immense pressure and with no alternative, she had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Lu Bei cradled the teacup, his gentle breath wrinkling the delicate surface, watching the tea leaves slowly sinking to the bottom, thus procrastinating in his encounter with Huang Yu.
He had taken the initiative last night; tonight, it was Huang Yu's turn to hint at her affection.
