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There was silence in the carriage.
Jing Yiren was lounging lazily on the cushioned seating opposite the pensive Emperor, his forehead resting against his hand, his face cold and impassive.
The proud and solitary aura radiating from him sent chills down one's spine.
He hadn't uttered a word since leaving the enemy camp.
Jing Yiren thought she might have offended him by arranging her own marriage.
Usually, parents decide on their daughter's husband and yet she shamelessly took matters into her own hands.
The Emperor must consider her a disobedient and overstepping woman.
Yet, everything she had done was for the good of the Nation of Luyuan and for the Emperor's rule.
Considering this, Jing Yiren moved a little closer to him.
Pouting lightly, she mustered the courage to speak in a feeble voice.
"Emperor…Uncle…, are you mad...?"
"..." The Emperor remained indifferent, leaning lazily against his palm, with not a hint of reaction or expression.
