Lu Bei left the Imperial Study in a daze, raised his head to the sky, and found that night had already deepened.
A cold wind swept over him, and he tightened the Imperial Robe around himself.
If you don't believe it, look up at the heavens. Who have they ever spared?
He had schemed against Little Yellow Fish, deceiving her body and feelings. To ensure his plans went smoothly, he had made Little Yellow Fish irritable and jealous—and then karma had come knocking.
Thinking it over, it had already been several days since he had done Team Building with Palace Master Han.
He couldn't remember exactly how many days. For some reason, his memory had deteriorated a little...
There was one thing Lu Bei was absolutely certain of: that man surnamed Liu had puffed himself up to save face. "I'll never regret it"? Bah! Did he dare straighten his back and say that again?
The man surnamed Liu had been ordered to compose lyrics. He had been the top star of the entertainment industry back then, busy with work every day—if he wasn't listening to music, he was on his way to listen to music, surrounded by a crowd of top Little Fan Girls.
He said his waist sash had grown loose, and Lu Bei wouldn't doubt it. The living conditions had been too harsh; anyone who went there would have lost three rounds of weight.
But as for the man surnamed Liu saying he didn't regret it—Lu Bei couldn't agree. He regretted it. If time could flow backward and he were given another chance to choose, Huang Xiao would have been the best choice to become Empress Dowager.
Huo Wan and Gui Xie led the way ahead. Fragrant breezes drifted with every step, white lotuses bloomed beneath their feet,