Volume 2 Chapter 31

"What are we betting on?"

"We are betting on whether Rongrong is telling the truth or a lie. We are betting on whether she said that Little Jing still has feelings for her... No, that he only has feelings for her."

"..."

"Little Jing has had amnesia for quite long enough, don't you think, My Lord? I miss the old him so much." He picked up a Go piece, accurately tossed it into the storage pot with a snap, and startled the cat in his arms into a meow. "Shh... Don't be afraid. Zhen is here, and Zhen will comfort you. Zhen will comfort you properly. Even if it hurts a bit at first, it's alright; Zhen will accompany you from beginning to end, hmm?"

"..." Long Ang picked up his brush and began drafting the imperial decree.

It seemed... Li Chenjing really was about to return.

For some reason, he actually felt that... being a foolish Li Chenjing was much happier.

Author's note:

Some readers have told me that reading angst-ridden plots is particularly painful, and I want to say that writing them is particularly painful too! Especially when sometimes I can't quite grasp the right measure of angst...

Volume 2 Chapter 31

In a private parlor of the lofty pavilion, adorned with exquisite furnishings and treasured antiques, Pan Yong's room was infinitely luxurious, yet at this moment it was an utter mess. Antique vases shattered all over the floor, silk robes and brocades scattered everywhere, and the soft, slippery silk bed was left in disarray though entirely empty. Pan Yong stood bare-chested with staring eyes, glaring at Liu Rongrong, who stood on the terrace and looked ready to jump down.

Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn. Having been dragged here wearing only a thin gauze