Si Chu's gaze swept across with a peculiar light, watching Mingshu with complexity as he stood in place for a while before sluggishly speaking, "Your book is upside down."
Mingshu: "..."
Her expression stiffened, and she glanced at him with forced composure, "Your Majesty may not know, but this concubine has recently been practicing the unique skill of reading books upside down."
She cleared her throat, earnestly turned the book the right way, and thought to herself:
It's okay, isn't it just social death?
One gets used to dying, dying and dying again.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is someone else.
Si Chu was indeed speechless.
His gaze wandered to the window, checking out the pitch-black night. A crescent moon hung high. Usually, at this time, he would still be engrossed in dealing with state affairs or watching his concubines display their talents with faces of fake lament.
