Lu Jinchen looked at her calmly, as if he wasn't the one getting choked. He could feel the strength in her hands, the barely restrained murderous intent in her drunken gaze. If this continued, she might actually kill him.
But there was something else that troubled him. Why did this woman keep bringing up the emperor? Just how deep was her palace drama addiction?
Resisting the urge to toss her into the nearest dumpster for the nth time, he asked dryly, "Who is the emperor?"
Xia Yuqing narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Long Mingzhe."
A cold glint flashed through Lu Jinchen's eyes. Long Mingzhe? Was this some fictional man in her delusions, or was he real? Then suddenly, he recalled something from this woman's file—the mention of a troublesome ex-boyfriend.
His jaw clenched and his lips pressed into thin line.
Was Long Mingzhe her ex?
Was she still thinking about that man while being married to him?