Zhui Ying stood at the door as a lookout and glanced at Si Chu next to him, whose expression remained calm. Suddenly, a sincere admiration welled up within him.
It's not that he hadn't admired the Emperor before. In his heart, his Majesty's savvy and strategic ability were extremely formidable. It was just that his admiration was mixed with respect and fear. But now, there was an added touch of indefinable sympathy.
Even the Noble Consort, such a woman, was under his Majesty's control. Truly worthy of the Emperor!
Sensing his gaze, the next second, Si Chu's eyes swept over, tinged with mild displeasure.
That look could be summed up in one sentence—
Tired of living?
"..."
Zhui Ying immediately gathered his thoughts and straightened his expression, daring not to entertain any further flighty ideas.
Just then, the commotion inside came to a halt.
Mingshu's cheerful voice came out, "Come in."
