He Ying listened and felt both heartbroken and wronged as he asked back, "You also know I am the Emperor? But do you see any semblance of an Emperor in me? Indeed, there is inequality between us. It is you who stand high above, and I am the one waiting for your favor."
He became so agitated that he even slipped into using "I" instead of "We".
Sang Yan paid no attention to this minor detail; she soberly countered, "No. It is the Emperor who elevated me by favoring me. Once you stop liking me, who knows if I'll be shattered into a puddle of mud?"
The higher one climbs, the harder one falls.
The love of an Emperor is like dancing on the edge of a knife, painful and deadly.
No.
She was already feeling the pain now.
"Emperor, if you want me to like you, you got your wish, I admit, I like you. But liking is not everything. There is much more in life to pursue than love. Think about it."
Having said that, she turned and walked away.
