Si Chu hadn't expected her to erupt suddenly, and for a moment, he felt a headache coming on, but after figuring out the crux of the matter, he found himself amused.
He couldn't even maintain the pretense of being drunk anymore and steadied Mingshu's shoulders, pinching her chin with one hand, forcing her to look up. His eyes quietly observed her, with layers of black in his gaze, and then he smiled, "Who do you think I was talking about?"
Mingshu's sobbing hadn't stopped, her shoulders trembling with each breath, her sorrow genuine and profound. Seeing that he wasn't comforting her but actually smiling, she suddenly felt all her years of affection and love had been misplaced.
Fury rose from the depths of her heart. She slapped away Si Chu's hand, her eyes misty, half filled with grievance and half with anger as they looked at him, and golden tears kept falling, "If not Consort Ru, then who else?"
What did this have to do with Consort Ru?
