Yan Zhuixing slowly and meticulously dressed himself again. He returned to being the Yan Zhuixing clad in black robes, his long hair spilling over his shoulders. He slowly sat sideways on the bed's edge, silently watching Wen Qing's complexion gradually regain its rosy color. Unable to resist, he gently reached out and stroked her cheek. Wen Qing seemed to sense it; her eyelids trembled slightly as she murmured in her sleep, "Don't leave me..."
Startled by those words, Yan Zhuixing jerked his hand back. Suddenly, he clutched his head in both hands, bared his teeth, and let out a hysterical, soundless howl. His expression was incomparably pained. Even he did not know what had come over him just now. Why had he vented the resentment in his heart so desperately upon a mortal woman, nearly taking her life?
After Wen Qing's breathing had completely steadied, Yan Zhuixing sat beside her in a daze. His expression shifted between light and shadow, impossible to read. Staring at Wen Qing's sleeping face, he murmured, "Wen Qing, I hope there will never come a day when you hate me."
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from outside Wen Qing Palace. Yan Zhuixing abruptly raised his head, and his face returned to its former cold indifference.
The new emperor, Wen Hao, surrounded by a crowd of attendants, arrived at Wen Qing Palace under the guidance of the eunuch in charge of ceremonies.
There was no other reason. The eunuch had secretly reported that his younger sister was hiding in Wen Qing Palace, weeping until her heart was torn apart, while the guards refused to let anyone enter and check on her. Deeply attached to his sister, Wen Hao found an excuse to slip away from the Empress Dowager's side and hurried over to visit