Lin Heng burst out laughing after hearing him.
"Hurting you? My heavens, being with me, Lin Heng, becoming the woman of Heavenly Emperor Lin—how did that become something that hurt you?"
"Do you know how many forces across the entire Immortal Realm are rushing to send girls to me now, practically begging me to have a go at them—preferably so they can bear me an heir?"
"Lady Ziyan, you actually think you got the short end of the stick?"
As Lin Heng spoke, he folded his arms across his chest, and his tone suddenly changed. "What is it?"
"Do you still think I'm that show-off from back then—the one you dragged to the Bureau of Criminal Servitude, tied to a cross, and threatened with castration while waving scissors around, until he cried and begged for mercy?"
At those words, Murong Ziyan's whole body stiffened, and she grew even more nervous.
Oh no. Why was he starting to reminisce about all that? Was he about to settle every old score?
If the past had merely been playful teasing, could they still reconcile?
Thinking back now, she really had been a tiny bit excessive. She really had entertained the thought of cutting Lin Heng off and making him Chief Eunuch.
But hadn't she ultimately not done it?
The Female Emperor hadn't allowed it. What could she have done?
Besides, threatening and frightening that show-off had all been the Female Emperor's idea. She had merely been the one carrying it out.
"Um, Lin Heng... wasn't it all just a misunderstanding before?" Murong Ziyan's voice softened as she tried to salvage the situation.
"I was only acting under orders at the time. I wasn't deliberately targeting you."
"Besides, we're both people who came back from the dead now. Rather than clinging to the past,