Sometimes, when the torment was unbearable, he thought that rather than suffer so, it was better to die in that rolling yellow silk brocade.
But then he thought of his imperial power, his grand undertaking, how could he dare to die, and how could he bear to let himself die.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" Eunuch Hai mustered his courage to say.
"Calm my anger, how can you ask me to calm my anger, those damned servants, they simply deserve death!" The Emperor said, and in his anger, he grabbed a teacup and smashed it to the ground.
"Your Majesty, even if you send someone else, Miss Yun Si, Yeye will not accept them. It's better to let Qian Momo and the others make amends for their error. Having suffered a great loss once, they surely won't dare to underestimate Miss Yun Si again!" Eunuch Hai said hurriedly.
After hearing this, the Emperor also felt there was reason in it.
"Rise!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Eunuch Hai got up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
