"Why?" she demanded, her voice harsh with anger and disbelief. "Why would you do this?"
Jing remained silent, his expression unreadable as he looked down at her. He didn't answer, didn't even acknowledge her question. Instead, he turned slightly and gestured with his hand. From the shadows, one of his attendants appeared, carrying a wooden chair. The attendant quickly set the chair down, and Jing lowered himself into it, his movements calm and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world.