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He completely viewed her as a delicate woman, itching to knead her until she melted, and that full-body masculine, assertive attitude frightened her. "Don't! Young Master, let me go!"

"Give up. I won't. It's Little Eight's fault, you forced me to do this."

"Your Majesty and I are not what Young Master thinks..."

"Stop mentioning other men in front of me!"

"..."

"Saying you wanted to be with me, and then what? Instead of staying by my side, you let me see you sitting on another man's lap?" Pinching her chin, he brought her face right up to his own. "Where else did he touch you?"

"Your Majesty is not that kind of man..."

"He's not what kind of man? A man like me? A man who would lay hands on Little Eight, who is also a man, or a man like me who is so utterly useless he does nothing but pester you? Hm?" He smiled wickedly, a few stray locks of hair sweeping across his eyes.

"..."

"You might as well just tell me straight out. From beginning to end, you never intended to be with me at all, and those sweet words were simply meant to amuse a fool like me. You just wanted to use my memories to find that emperor, whether to save your life or to climb up to him; in short, I am of no use to you anymore..."

"Slap."

A stinging, numb pain landed on her left cheek, and Li Chenjing turned his face slightly, taking quite a long time to realize that he had been slapped.

The echoing tinnitus was still ringing inside his head, and as he gradually regained his wits, he shifted his gaze back to look at the person beneath him. Before his eyes even landed on her,