Yang Shaolun would have continued his act of aloofness. He’d been doing well, he’d been doing so well. If it hadn’t been the misunderstanding tonight, he would’ve been able to keep fooling himself. Now, however, he couldn’t come up with any lies. He’d come rushing as soon as he thought that she was with Imperial Mother, on the grounds of such a flimsy excuse no less. However, he realized that he’d misunderstood. She wasn’t here!

How had he endured the past month? He’d lost half of his heart. The emptiness left him at a loss of what to do. He often thought back to her many expressions late at night, unable to relieve himself of the pain plaguing his heart.

“I want to see her, Xiao Yuan!” He didn’t call himself “Emperor”, but instead opted for the common “I”. At this moment, he was no emperor, but a man who had lost the woman he loved.

“Consort Lin must have gone to sleep, Your Majesty!” Xiao Yuan had chosen to address Lin Haihai as a princess consort on purpose. It might be cruel to the emperor, but he hoped to at least make his master reclaim some of his reason.

“Without her, my life has no meaning!” he said quietly, the sorrow in his voice stunned Xiao Yuan. Was meeting at the right time that important? He couldn’t let go. With an agile leap, he disappeared into the night. Caught...