All the windows in the study were shut, and the room was in complete disarray, with books strewn all over the floor.
The man stood in the middle of the study, stepping on the scattered books, his gaze cast low, shielding all the emotions in his eyes.
His fair side profile cast a defeated arc, the entire person radiating a sense of desolation.
"Get out!"
Suddenly, the man threw the book in his hand towards the doorway.
Chuzheng sidestepped, and the book hit the closed door behind her.
Lian Qiong seemed to realize something was amiss and looked up.
That face, as beautiful as a carved jade, wore a shade of grim resolution, which faded like the tide upon seeing Chuzheng.
He turned his face aside and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not angry with you."
"Hmm," Chuzheng asked calmly, "Who upset you?"
Lian Qiong had already suppressed his emotions, and pursed his lips, "The Empress."
"How did she upset you?"