“Answer my question.”

Yun Che’s tone changed suddenly, his eyes narrowing slightly into a compressed galaxy as he stared into Cang Shuhe’s eyes.

Cang Shuhe said softly, “You want to know what kind of feelings I hold for you, Your Majesty?”

She had figured out his question before he even said it. He nodded. “I wish to hear the truth.”

Instead of answering immediately, Cang Shuhe slowly walked up to Yun Che—a waft of fragrance entered his nostrils as she did so—and knelt in front of him. She then placed her flawless hands on his knees.

She was looking up when her eyes met Yun Che’s once more.

“Your Majesty thought that I have lost so much that I no longer even understand what basic emotions are, much less the romantic love for another person. You thought you wouldn’t be reciprocated even if you gave me your sincere love, so you chose to shower me with indifference. In fact, you believed that that would be the most ideal relationship for the both of us because we won’t have to pretend when around each other. Am I right?”

“...” Her deduction was spot on.

Until today, He had believed that Cang Shuhe was emotionally dead after everything she went through. Although she possessed excellent beauty and an indescribable charm that was unique to her alone, trying to nurture a love with her would be like unto preaching to deaf ears.

He was the sovereign of the four divine regions and the man who conquered the Dragon Queen and the Lady Goddess. It wasn’t like he was lacking in choice, so why would he force himself to love someone who had no interest in him?

“For ten thousand years, I was denied the sky because of a terrible illness and the threat of the Southern Sea. I admit...