Sweat curved down from his brow and darted into his eye sockets, stinging and itching.
Liu Guifen's eyelashes trembled a few times. Instinctively, he wanted to raise a hand to wipe away the sweat, but he did not dare move.
"I-I can do it!"
He nodded with extreme stiffness.
Forget Liu Guifen. Inside Aunt Xiang's boudoir, Lei Xier and Five Declines of Heaven and Man exchanged a glance, both feeling the pressure crash down on them like a mountain.
This overwhelming oppression...
What Lord of North Street, Lord of East Street? That was nothing more than gossip for busybodies after tea and dinner.
Shen Yi at Crossroads Corner truly ruled one side alone! Before seeing him, the heads of various factions might still dare call themselves sovereigns and emperors. But once they stood before him, even if they faced only one of Shen Yi's hands, they would not dare let out a single fart.
Aunt Xiang was clearly accustomed to this and adapted perfectly to this pace of negotiation.
Shen Yi's hand returned. She lightly patted its back twice as a reward, tucked it between her crossed, slender thighs, and only then looked smilingly toward Liu Guifen at the door with her beautiful eyes.
"Emperor Guifen..."
"Just call me Old—Little Liu, Aunt Xiang." The moment Liu Guifen heard the words "Emperor," his scalp went numb.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the room fell somewhat deathly silent.
He realized something. He had actually interrupted Aunt Xiang while she was speaking. That was truly the road to death. He hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Please speak, Aunt Xiang. Please continue."
Aunt Xiang gave a soft laugh. She would not actually call him "Little Liu" from on high, so she simply addressed him by name. "Liu Guifen,