The Noble Consort considered herself to have a tight grasp over Si Chu, yet she was unaware that in his eyes, she was akin to a clown performing on stilts.
Even so, the stage was set and the play must go on.
Si Chu seemed to have undergone a tremendous struggle, his gaze filled with restrained suffering as he looked at her, "Don't hurt him, if you want to come at someone, come at me!"
A mocking smile curled up the corners of the Noble Consort's mouth, a gleam of triumph flashing in her eyes.
This brat was actually willing to go this far for a stranger.
Should she commend him for his loyalty and righteousness, or lament his naiveté?
But naiveté was good, for without it, she would not be able to manipulate him so easily.
Having achieved her goal, the Noble Consort's eyes revealed a hint of ill-intent, "If you kneel down and beg me..."
"Noble Consort! Something terrible has happened, Noble Consort!" a voice suddenly interjected, tinged with urgency.
