Su Qiao took a step back and kept her distance from him.
"Since His Majesty likes you, you should cherish him."
Shang Shuheng was deeply hurt. "My lord, am I really so dispensable to you?"
Su Qiao said nothing. She only looked at him calmly.
Shang Shuheng understood something from her expression.
He gave a bitter laugh. "Forget it. There's no point saying more now. I only want to ask you one thing."
"My lord, why did you recommend me to His Majesty?"
"Recommend you?"
Su Qiao shook her head slightly. "I didn't recommend you. I merely went along with your wishes."
"You and His Majesty had already been in contact for some time, and you were mutually interested. Your statuses were well matched, and your character and abilities were sufficient for the important task of managing the Imperial Palace. That was why I went along with your wishes."
"What? Wasn't this what you wanted?"
He had been exchanging love letters with Huang Ying while trying to hook her as well. Did he really think he was a Heavenly Immortal?
Whether he married the ruler of a kingdom or a powerful and influential prince, he could just pick whichever he wanted?
Shang Shuheng was stunned, his face deathly pale.
So... so she had known about all of this.
She knew he had been weighing his options and scheming.
She knew he wasn't truly sincere toward her. She knew about his ambition and his divided loyalties.
No wonder... no wonder she had always kept her distance from him, always treated him indifferently, neither cold nor warm.
So in the end, all of this was his own fault.
Shang Shuheng gave another bitter laugh. "So all those days, my lord was really only investigating whether I was capable of taking the position