Don't Be a Coward-Come Fight!

A faint fragrance filled the entire bedchamber.

Half reclining on the soft couch, the Qilin Emperor had not done her makeup. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she looked languid, her eyes hazy. She drew on the tobacco pipe in her hand and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"These past few days, you've worked hard..." The Qilin Emperor gazed at Chen Luo, who was kneeling across from her, and spoke indifferently, her voice revealing neither anger nor joy.

"Reporting to Martial Uncle, for all under Heaven and the welfare of both realms, a little hardship is nothing." Chen Luo answered hurriedly while his mind spun rapidly.

I haven't done anything outrageous, have I?

Half an hour ago, he had still been eating hot pot and singing songs in the royal palace when Shangguan Wan'er suddenly appeared before him and said that His Majesty had summoned him.

As a result, he had waited in this hall for half an hour before Martial Uncle finally arrived at a leisurely pace.

There was nothing strange about a junior waiting for an elder, but the key point was—

No one had even poured him a cup of water, let alone brought the pastries that had been prepared the last time he came!

There was not even a chair, only a kneeling cushion.

People had to know how to read the room!

For something like this, Martial Uncle did not need to give instructions. The palace attendants should have arranged everything.

That left only one possibility!

Martial Uncle had specifically ordered them to leave him hanging!

In other words, he had somehow displeased Martial Uncle!

Was it because of the cliffhanger?

Impossible. What kind of stature did Martial Uncle have? Surely she was not comparable to those vulgar men of the