Feng Yi looked at Song Yunzhao. The girl was still too naive. Despite her fiery temper, at her core, she still yearned for love, which was why she was so angry about Liu Peilan's fate.
'She was right about one thing,' he thought. 'There's no such thing as true love in this world. It's all just lies written by pretentious scholars to fool people.'
'There's no such thing as pure love in this world.'
In that instant, the image of Song Yunzhao before him merged with the memory of the girl from Yuquan Building. Her temper was just as fiery, her words just as sharp. It seemed she hadn't changed one bit in his presence.
With this in mind, Feng Yi looked at Song Yunzhao and asked, his voice laced with meaning, "What did you think back then, when you found out My identity?"
'Finally,' Song Yunzhao thought. 'The dog Emperor is asking. What took him so long?'
"Does Your Majesty want to hear the truth, or a lie?"
Feng Yi smiled. "What do you think?"
