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Ling Xiaoxiao felt that she was truly unfortunate, both in her legs and her mouth; otherwise, she wouldn't be in this situation, desperately clinging to the specially made iron bars and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Let me out! Let me out!"
While letting her out was beyond his ability, allowing someone in was his duty.
The Knight at the gate thought this as he fumbled with the lock.
Months had passed, and Shu Zhao Han appeared even more charming than when they first met.
His expressive brows seemed to hide endless stars; the slight curve of his lips carried a hint of an elusive smile; that wicked grin made her heart race like a little rabbit thumping inside her chest.
Shu Zhao Han approached with steady steps, slowly forcing her back until she reached the edge of the bed.
She stumbled and sat down with a thud, prompting Shu Zhao Han to speak, "You really are hard to find!"
Ling Xiaoxiao's gaze darted away as she forced a stiff smile. "I’m sorry to trouble Your Majesty."
Shu Zhao Han shot her a glare and replied irritably, "You’re not just troubling me; you’re driving me crazy."
Ling Xiaoxiao looked up, bewildered. "Huh... what?"
Shu Zhao Han leaned closer, his breath warm against her face. "Stay here quietly. If you try to run again, I’ll break your legs."
Ling Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion and muttered, "My father used to say that when I was little. Your Majesty, what do you mean by that?"
Shu Zhao Han straightened up, took a half-step back, and stood with his hands behind his back. "I mean it literally."
Ling Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment before tentatively asking, "Are you saying you want to keep me locked up? I can’t see how that benefits you."
Shu Zhao Han did not respond directly but instead turned the conversation around, asking, "Do you still remember my Imperial Edict?"
"Ah, are you saying that the Emperor has unspoken difficulties?" Ling Xiaoxiao replied casually, though her mind was racing to decipher his intentions.
Shu Zhao Han crossed his arms and suddenly a mysterious smile crept onto his lips. "I just feel that this palace is too dull. I want to find someone who understands my heart to keep me company. That is my unspoken difficulty."
… Who could tell her what kind of bizarre thought process he had?
"The Imperial Edict has been posted for a year, and only now have I encountered someone as peculiar as you. Do you really think I would let you go?"
Though his initial intention was to seek out talent, he now wanted to achieve two goals at once: to keep her by his side and make his life in the palace less tedious.
Who could tell her if a crow had just flown over her head?
"Furthermore, I have already brought your tablet back to the palace. The whole world knows you are my Ming Consort. In life, you are mine; in death, you will be my ghost. Where else can you go?"
…… Please, let a lightning bolt strike her down.
Shu Zhao Han leaned against the bedpost, looking down at her from above. "So? Are you surprised?"
Ling Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, relieved that she had regained her ability to speak. "Are you sure surprise and fright mean the same thing?"
"I am certain… when it comes to you, they mean the same thing." He lowered his voice suddenly, gazing intently at her. "Dare you say that when facing me, your heart hasn't raced or your cheeks haven't flushed?"
Ling Xiaoxiao certainly wouldn't admit it. She held her head high and replied defiantly, "Sorry, but I'm just startled."
"I am willing to interpret those two words as having the same meaning." He declared domineeringly, his posture leaving no room for rebuttal, exuding an air of absolute authority.
"Your Majesty, please don't do this, or the Imperial Teacher of Shu Kingdom might just commit seppuku," Ling Xiaoxiao said with a helpless smile.
Shu Zhao Han remained noncommittal, silently gazing at her for a moment before turning to leave.
Seeing this, Ling Xiaoxiao felt a surge of anxiety. "Your Majesty, wait! Just tell me honestly, will you let me go or not?"
He paused his steps and coldly replied, "It depends on your performance."
"What performance?"
"Think for yourself."
Ling Xiaoxiao wanted to ask more, but suddenly a book flew towards her. He tossed it aside with the words, "Here’s something to pass the time," and slammed the door behind him.
As the sound of the locking mechanism echoed in the air, Ling Xiaoxiao opened the book in confusion. The scene that unfolded was as follows: one man, one woman, and one bed...
With a loud clap, she shut the book, staring blankly for a long time.
No, no, it must be that she was opening it incorrectly.
Afterward, she tossed the extremely inappropriate book out through the iron bars of her window.
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