The cool breeze grew colder.
Shen Yinning held a round fan, suddenly curling her lips with a teasing smile: "Your Majesty wouldn't... still be unable to forget your former wife, would you?"
Lu Ying resisted the burning heat on his face, slowly turning around, the depths of his eyes harboring a sharpness poised like drawn swords.
Shen Yinning still had her back to him, straight and proud, unyielding against any pressure.
Narrow eyes faintly gleamed red; he clenched his hands tightly and said, "You are far too conceited. The lands of the Nine Provinces and seas all belong to my empire—what woman could I not possess? Why would you presume I could only desire you?"
Shen Yinning turned to face him, her enchanting smile tinged with distance: "Since Your Majesty cares not for your former wife, then let us play a little game. From now on, whoever speaks first to the other shall be the little dog. Does Your Majesty dare to play?"
Lu Ying scoffed.
