Xia Yuqing shot Yan Rouxi a deadly glare.
Yan Rouxi quickly shut her mouth and made a motion like she was locking her lips and throwing away the key. "Shutting up," she whispered, backing away a step.
However, Rong Xi wasn't paying attention to her. She stood frozen, her eyes glued to the unconscious man lying on the bed. Then she looked at Xia Yuqing's face. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the haunted, cold expression etched across her features.
Suddenly, she gasped loudly and stepped back. She covered her mouth with both hands. Her eyes were wide with shock, and her body began to tremble slightly. "No… no, no, no," she whispered in disbelief.
"The Emperor…?"
She looked at Xia Yuqing, hoping she would say it wasn't true. However, a single nod from Xia Yuqing broke all her hopes. Her knees nearly gave out. Her fingers dug into her own sleeves, and her knuckles turned white.
"He was here? In him?"
