Willing to Be Cut to Pieces, Daring to Drag the Emperor Down!

"Dai Weisi, explain yourself properly. This so-called serving tea of yours—are you offering tea, or offering me?"

"Hmph. Asking when you already know."

Since Dai Weisi had already torn off all pretense, he stopped pretending entirely, his expression ice-cold as he said:

"Remember what I said!"

"Zhu Zhuyun, you wouldn't want you—and the entire Zhu Clan—to anger the royal family because of this, would you?"

Zhu Zhuyun took a deep breath.

She felt as if what she had inhaled was a mouthful of ice. Her whole chest and lungs went cold, yet the fury in her mind burned fiercely.

"Fine."

"I'll ask you one last question."

"As long as you answer me honestly, I won't keep pestering you."

"Dai Weisi, is this your idea, or the Star Luo Emperor's will?"

Dai Weisi said:

"It is my idea, and also the Emperor's will."

"Zhu Zhuyun, I told you long ago. As long as you obey, the position of Empress will be yours no matter what. What impact does that have on you?"

"On the contrary, if you don't know what's good for you, what you ruin won't just be your own life—you'll drag down the entire Zhu Clan with you."

Zhu Zhuyun nodded.

"I understand."

Zhu Zhuyun's voice was very soft, as if all her anger had flowed back inside, and also as if this were a retreat and compromise after seeing reality clearly.

Facing Dai Weisi, she performed an elegant lady's curtsy. In court etiquette, this meant farewell.

Zhu Zhuyun seemed to have become a different person as she said gently:

"Weisi, I'll enter the palace the night after tomorrow, but before I do, I want to be with you first."

"This is my final request."

"After all, I'm your fiancée too."

Zhu Zhuyun's eyes seemed to hide a thousand