Lin Zhaoyue's lips curved into a pout, but her other hand never loosened its grip on his arm, clinging as though she feared he might slip away.
Fang Yuan's expression softened at the sight, a faint sigh escaping him.
He turned his gaze forward and spoke,"I don't need to act kind if I want to be kind. And I don't care to be some 'kind ruler' or saint."
He took a step forward, pulling her gently along with him.
"The world can burn forever if it wants. I won't interfere as long as I have a safe haven for myself and my family… that is enough."
Lin Zhaoyue tilted her head, her eyes glinting with dangerous delight.
"Then husband," she asked sweetly, "can I do as I want too?"
Fang Yuan halted mid-step. He turned to look at her, his lips tugging into a faint, indulgent smile.
"Sure."
The answer had barely left his mouth before she slipped free of his arm, skirts flaring as she shot into the air like a streak of light, straight toward the gang of thugs.
