Emperor Hongxiao had all the items that the Empress Dowager might have used to seek death removed from the room. So, now she truly could neither live nor die as she wished.
"Your... Majesty..." Lin Roujia murmured. She had trouble recognizing the emperor's face; under the dim light, the once weak and needy young boy had grown into a tall sovereign, unfathomable, and strong-handed, the very reason he had imprisoned her so resolutely.
Those of the Imperial Family who survive to rise to this position are indeed not of tender hearts and soft hands.
Lin Roujia briefly came back to her senses, and no matter what, she did not wish to appear lesser in front of Emperor Hongxiao. Just as she was about to utter some sarcasm, her gaze suddenly fell upon a huge rosewood chest. For some reason, she was drawn to the chest, unable to look away as if some treasure within it held her eyes captive.
