Ji Jiuli saw Shen Tang's face suddenly turn pale, his fingers hidden in his sleeves clenched tight. His Adam's apple moved, his voice suppressed and low, "...Someone, escort this female out!"
The nearby guards were stunned—these days, Your Majesty's temper had been very irritable, a slight displeasure would result in a beheading. Yet this audacious female, so offensive, was let off so lightly?
The guards did not dare ask more, stepped forward to take Shen Tang away, but she flung them off, "I can walk myself!"
She turned to look at the noble figure in the pavilion, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears, suddenly shouted,
"Shen Li!"
Qiu Yang's pupils constricted, his gaze turned sinister as he looked her way, this female...
Shen Tang ignored the horrified gazes around her, only stared fixedly at the calm emperor.
Looking at that familiar yet strange face, her shoulders suddenly slumped, as if all strength left her body, "I came all this way just to get an answer."
