"Does Your Majesty mean that, for the sake of that old monster Robert, you made your subject suffer a beating, then let him waste the entire wine cellar's worth of liquor?" Gu Chi sat on the couch in plain white robes, his waist propped against a backrest. His expression looked fragile enough to shatter, his eyes shimmering, his tone more plaintive than mist drifting through a mountain ravine, breaking at the slightest touch. "They say the new arrival is welcomed while the old is cast aside. He is the lotus in your palm, while I am the thorn in your eye."
In short, he did not want to take his medicine.
Shen Tang, who had come to visit her subject: "..."
Gu Chi lowered his head slightly. From the corners of his eyes to the tips of his brows, he displayed the docile dejection of an abandoned old wife. He covered his sleeve and lightly dabbed at nonexistent tears, occasionally letting his sidelong gaze wander, like a pretty young scholar secretly peeking at an unfaithful maiden. His performance was so complete that even Shen Tang could not help wondering whether she had done something wrong.
Bah, what had she done wrong?
Shen Tang had endured as much as she could. She wished she could seize his chin and force the medicinal broth down his throat. "You're a married man now, too. Don't do anything that disgraces Male Virtue. Do you even understand what the Three Obediences and Four Virtues are?"
Bai Su was an absolute woman of action.
Her voice was cool and clear. "It's fine. I don't mind squeezing in."
That explosive declaration left Gu Chi stunned for a moment. Bai Su reached out like lightning, clamped one hand around Gu Chi's chin, and used the other to tip