"What else did Your Highness wish to say?"
Zeng Anmin slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed squarely on the Princess.
His face carried a chill.
When the Princess met the coldness on Zeng Anmin's face, her lips moved slightly.
"After taking liberties with me, you intend to leave just like that?"
Zeng Anbian froze.
A trace of confusion rose in his heart.
Huh?
Had he just overplayed his hand?
That performance... could it be that, in the Princess's eyes, he had looked like a clown hopping about on a stage, directing and acting all by himself?
Should he try begging for mercy?
Zeng Anmin let out a soft breath.
No. Showing weakness now would very likely make the whole thing collapse.
He reacted swiftly. His face first showed a faint start, then a desolate smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Expressionless, he bowed to the Princess.
"The crimes I have committed are too numerous to be written down even if all the bamboo in the world were used. If Your Highness wishes to punish me, this subordinate will not resist."
He bowed deeply.
Yet the thick disappointment in his tone was enough to break the hearts of those who heard it and draw tears from their eyes.
Tap, tap...
The Princess did not speak.
Zeng Anmin remained bent at the waist.
He did not raise his head. With the combat power of a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, let alone bending over for a while, he would be fine even if he stayed like this for another hour.
Just as Zeng Anmin was beginning to grow impatient.
The Princess's voice sounded.
Along with it came a soft touch upon his hand.
Hiss~
Zeng Anmin lifted his head in astonishment and saw that the Princess had somehow come before