Lu Ying's face was expressionless, though she almost felt like laughing.
Shen Yinning—she didn't care about the wager with him, nor did she care about him as a person.
The seriousness he treated it with was, in her eyes, likely a joke, wasn't it?
She had always known.
She had always known that she was someone cold and unfeeling.
He closed his eyes in silence, refusing to even cast her another glance.
The sedan slowly moved forward along the palace alley.
Shen Yinning propped up her chin, quietly observing him.
The young emperor, dressed tonight in a deep-black dragon robe, adorned with the Black Gold Dragon Crown, his silken-black hair cascading down his back. He always presented himself flawlessly, his high brows and sculpted nose casting deep shadows on his face—this was a visage so perfect that not even the slightest flaw could be found.
On the day of his enthronement, he must have been even more awe-inspiring and dazzling than he was today, wasn't he?
