Lian Hua felt uncomfortable and, seeing that the Emperor hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't help but twist her body to look at his expression.
The Emperor lifted his hand and touched her face.
Lian Hua lay back down and started playing with his hair, "Brother Zhao, I'm not in trouble, and right now, it should be them who are scared. It's like killing a chicken; the chicken is the one that's afraid, not the person holding the knife. Let them struggle for a bit."
"Mmm, that's a good girl," the Emperor responded, his Little Concubine's plans softening his heart into a mess.
Lian Hua, feeling gloomy, nestled in the Emperor's embrace, playing with his hair.
His Majesty couldn't be cheerful about the revenge being carried out for her, so she couldn't be happy either.
She wanted to say she was perfectly fine, that her anger had already been vented, and all she needed was for His Majesty to be well and not worry about her.
