Xing wondered what might have happened in the one day she was in a coma. As far as she remembered she had planned for everything else except herself and that's why she lost this round with Shihong.
"Did you become the Emperor? Why are we on the Dragon bed?", Xing pulled Shengli's collar and he snorted,
"Your courtyard had burned entirely. Didn't he sleep on your bed for a night? It's repayment. ", he rubbed her back with his big, warm and coarse hand.
Xing dug her face deep into his chest and refused to look at him in the eye. She didn't have the guts to look him in the eye. Even though she knew he was not accusing her and he never will, she felt guilty for entering the palace and creating various rumours with the Emperor. So she decided it is time she told him everything that happened so far.