A Pitiful Person Must Have Something Hate (1)

The Jade Lake Mistress took a step back.

His entire face was pale.

His pupils trembled as he looked at Emperor Zi Wei with fear and even panic.

Just now, when the Emperor lost his consciousness, she could dance to him and tell him all her unwillingness. She could tell all the secrets in her heart, even the matter of her harming the servant girls in the mortal world.

However, she did not dare to face the Emperor who was sober and did not love her.

As expected, the Emperor's gaze was bone-chilling. There was no trace of love in it.

"How could that be? How could you?" The Jade Lake Lady shivered and her face turned pale. She had put the medicine in and brewed the wine herself. She had never let anyone else do it.

Even if Feng Qingling wanted to touch her, she wouldn't let her.

She had to be wary of her.

However, when she saw the Emperor's sober appearance and disgusted gaze, she was still so frightened that her heart turned cold.