Shen Wei's tears flowed uncontrollably, her eyes filled with heartbreak and resolve.
She was like a rose with thorns.
Li Yuanjing had never seen Shen Wei in such a state of collapse before. He tried to explain, "I am not doubting you—"
Shen Wei took two steps back, wiping the tears that had rolled down her cheeks, then turned her back to him. "Since returning from the Plowing Ceremony, Your Majesty has grown distant and suspicious of me. I am not a fool—I can sense your distrust and wariness. I have nothing more to say. If Your Majesty wishes, you may as well order my execution now!"
Li Yuanjing gripped Shen Wei's shoulders, forcing her to face him again. "Weiwei, stop overthinking. I would never order your death."
Shen Wei met his gaze, her words sharp and deliberate. "Do you even believe your own words? As Prince Heng once said, Your Majesty truly is a cold and indifferent man."
