Emperor Wu Su stiffened at the sarcasm in her words.
Ji Qingwu continued, her tone still gentle.
"Your Majesty claims not to care what the history books will say. That's because outsiders won't denounce you—they wouldn't dare."
Her gaze was crystal clear, devoid of resentment or anger as she looked at him calmly.
"But would they spare me? Have you ever considered what I will have to face, Your Majesty?"
Zhao Mingyan's Adam's apple bobbed.
His voice was low as he asked, "Why did you marry Wei Ting? As long as it wasn't because…"
Just then, Ji Qingwu let out a soft laugh.
She raised her hand to his face, pressing her index finger to his lips to stop him from speaking further.
"Whatever the reason, it's too late now."
The darkness in Emperor Wu Su's eyes deepened.
'Too late. She said it was too late.'
The True Qi in his body began to surge once more, crashing against his internal organs until they ached.
