Sun Wenyao was locked in an internal struggle, becoming increasingly silent.
It wasn't until he heard Lu Ping and Wei Zhong talking, when Wei Zhong was requested to report to the Empress, that Sun Wenyao snapped back to reality. He lifted his head to look at the imposing, grandiose hall.
The twilight glow and sunset illumined the intricately carved red lacquer partitions of the hall.
Sun Wenyao's heart, however, was heavy with gloom.
He followed Lu Ping into the hall with the utmost propriety, keeping his eyes lowered, afraid to glance around. He only stared at the highly polished floor, naturally catching sight of his own pallid face, thinking of Bai Jinzhi...
Today, if he were to kill the eldest sister of that flamboyant and bright girl here, who knows how heartbroken she would be, or if she would hate him for using her.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Sun Wenyao bowed in respect.
