Charging into the Imperial Palace, Jiang Shuyue clung to the emperor's leg and burst into sobs.
"Boo-hoo! It was so scary! I was so frightened! I was attacked right in the street in broad daylight. My heart nearly stopped!"
The emperor felt a bloodthirsty killing intent shoot toward the crown of his head from beside him.
Zhou Yunshen was staring daggers at him.
The emperor's calves were trembling.
Worst of all, not a single member of Shadow Play he had sent out had reported back!
How was he supposed to handle this?
The emperor felt rather unnerved. "Girl, whatever you have to say, get up and say it. With you clinging to my leg like this, I don't know what to do!"
With that, he mustered every ounce of strength he possessed to pull his leg free.
But his legs seemed locked in a vise. No matter how he struggled, they wouldn't budge.
The emperor was frantic.
He had every reason to believe Zhou Yunshen might commit regicide on the spot out of jealousy.
Huahua: [Don't worry, host. I've activated the Tyrant Body's bonus effect for you. As long as you hold on and stay still, no one can budge you!]
Jiang Shuyue tightened her arms, squeezing the emperor until he broke into a cold sweat.
A mighty emperor, unable to break free of a frail woman.
Wouldn't he become a laughingstock if word got out?
No word besides embarrassment could describe his predicament.
"Shuyue, get up first. We can talk this through!"
"Your Majesty, I went shopping and got cursed at, then terrorized by assassins! Security in the Imperial City is such utter garbage. I'm so scared!"
Utter garbage...
The emperor's brow twitched.
She had called security right under the Son of Heaven's nose utter garbage. How was he