Don’t Push Your Luck

Su Wan met the the emperor's gloomy gaze, and her voice became softer and softer.

"Yes, I admire Your Highness."

To be precise, she loved him. But now that she thought of this sentence, it was a little ironic, so Su Wan changed her way of saying it.

The young emperor stared at Su Wan without blinking. His gaze was burning, and a trace of a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Unfortunately, it was a cold smile.

With an obvious hint of mockery.

From earlier, when this woman saw his face, her attitude had indeed taken a 180-degree turn.

But the emperor was sure from the bottom of his heart that Su Wan clearly did not look like she truly admired him.

Su Wan looked up at him, her clear eyes filled with fog.

"Does Your Highness not believe me?"

Su Wan felt a dull pain in her heart, as if she had been cut by a rusty knife. She was bleeding profusely, but it was not fatal.