He forcefully suppressed the other emotion stirring in his mind.
Biya walked outside the hall.
"A dose to suppress my rut."
Soon, a dark figure emerged from the shadows in the corner. His confidant respectfully handed him a blue-filled syringe.
The needle slid slowly into his skin, and the agitation within his body gradually subsided.
Biya closed his eyes, then opened them again. He stared at the dim moon, obscured by dark clouds in the night sky, and slowly let out a breath.
He couldn't allow himself to indulge any further.
'Starting tonight, I will sever this feeling completely.'
The confidant hesitated. "Your Majesty, I heard some news from the palace doctors today. Miss Sang Luo... she..."
"Hm? What about her now?" Biya's voice had returned to its usual coldness.
"It seems... she's pregnant. The doctors are preparing a fetus-preserving medicine suitable for her constitution."
