Zhan Yanhui and Yi Wenkui stood alone in the room after sending all the servants away. The emperor tried to pull his noble consort into his embrace but his advances were immediately rejected. He frowned, finally sensing her despondent mood. "Hui'er, what's going on"
Zhan Yanhui's anger surged to the surface when he tried to hug her but his questions brought her some awareness over her earlier actions, making her bow. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. There is something I want to ask from you."
Yi Wenkui told her. "Say it."
"I want to be alone. Your Majesty doesn't need to come and see me from now." Zhan Yanhui clenched her fists to gather her courage when she saw his face visibly darkened. "I don't think I can-"
