Long Chen was calmly sitting in Shui Wuhen’s room until Shui Wuhen broke the silence.

“Are you angry?

Long Chen shook his head.

“I sent you away to serve a penal sentence in front of that many people, but you're not the slightest bit angry?” asked Shui Wuhen curiously.

“You naturally must have your own reasons for doing this. I believe you won’t harm me. If I got angry, it would just make you feel unwell, so why bother?” Long Chen smiled.

Shui Wuhen’s heart warmed, but she became even more apologetic. When she had announced Long Chen’s sentence, she had thought Long Chen would fly into a rage. But he had merely nodded calmly without even asking the reason for this sentence.

“It should be the orders from higher-ups, correct? Announcing I’m being sent away for a penal sentence in front of everyone is, frankly, just convicting me of a crime.

“As for what crime, well, they can make up whatever they want. Perhaps I’m colluding with the Mo family, thus harboring criminals, or perhaps I’m not respectful enough to my elders and my arrogance needs to be curbed. They can make up whatever they want. In any case, their mouths are bigger.

“Since the Heaven Splitting...