Jie Chen raised his head slightly; on his stern face, there wasn't a trace of a smile.
His eyes were filled with endless coldness.
"Does Emperor really think that by saying these words, I would immediately bow and admit wrongdoing after hearing them? The person who truly cared for Your Majesty's feelings has already been sentenced to death by your own hands."
Ling Su was taken aback.
Jie Chen clasped his hands together: "This official requests to be excused."
He turned and walked away; just as he reached the door of the Imperial Study Room, behind him suddenly came Ling Su's dissatisfied roar—
"You can confront me like this all you want, but don't forget, Xiang Ying is still in my hands."
Jie Chen looked back, his gaze cool and detached.
"What do you want to do?"
"I have indeed been harsh on you in the past, but everything I did was to cultivate you!"
