After wiping away their tears, the two sat across from each other with nothing to say.
Xie Zhixing hesitated for a moment, finding it hard to begin, "What...do you think?"
"Think about what?"
Yun Jiao was puzzled.
"About me."
Yun Jiao was immediately at a loss. What could she think? "You are the ruler of the world, the Emperor. How can I have any thoughts? If I have to say something, I just hope you're well." She didn't want to become an Imperial Concubine, nor guard the tombs.
However, considering how much the Eldest Prince respected her, there might be another way out.
Thinking of this, she suddenly felt there was no need to hope for the Emperor's well-being.
"It's all just official words."
Xie Zhixing felt bitter in his heart. Clearly, he was the one who hoped they would keep their distance, yet when he heard her speak so freely, he felt twisted inside.
Realizing this, Xie Zhixing was shocked—
He was confused and hypocritical, wanting everything, how pretentious!
