Chu Yang stared at her panicked appearance and said, "What do you think I want to do? Could it be, like Yu Wenye treated you?"
"...?"
Shang Ruyi's brow furrowed.
She thought for a moment, trying to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "Please, Your Majesty, watch your words. Yu Wenye is my husband."
Chu Yang's brows slowly knitted together. All along, under his instructions, Shang Ruyi could only refer to herself as "Ru Yi" in front of him, even if she sometimes forgot, she would immediately correct herself.
But this time, she was clearly doing it on purpose.
Between "臣妇" and "Your Majesty" was a chasm as vast as the Grand Canyon.
And what her husband did to her, no other person could do.
In Chu Yang's long and elegant phoenix eyes, his anger flared up greatly. But soon, it slowly subsided in his heated breath, replaced by an inexplicable sadness.
