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Yu Huan was startled by the killing intent radiating from Wen Tian and instinctively shifted to the side, creating some distance between them.
"What did you say his name was?" Wen Tian's voice trembled slightly.
"Tang... Tang Zhiyun, Your Majesty," Yu Huan replied cautiously, not daring to meet Wen Tian's gaze.
"Drag him out!" Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for those around her to hear.
In an instant, the room fell silent. Tang Zhiyun, who had been holding the jada flute to his lips, slowly lowered it, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of shock and... anger?
"Drag him out! Did you hear me?" Wen Tian slammed her hand on the table and hissed in a low voice.
Everyone was taken aback; they had not expected such a fierce reaction from her. The guards on either side dared not hesitate any longer and rushed forward to seize him. However, Tang Zhiyun effortlessly broke free from their grasp. He strode confidently to the front of the hall, meeting her gaze without fear, his expression calm.
"May I ask, Your Majesty, what crime have I committed?" he inquired with composure.
"None," Wen Tian replied coldly.
"Then have I been disrespectful before the throne?" he pressed further.
"None," she reiterated.
"Then why is this happening?" Tang Zhiyun's eyes flashed with thinly veiled anger. Having been forcibly brought here, he felt a deep sense of unwillingness. Now, being treated in such an unjust manner only fueled his frustration further.
"How could you have such a face that makes me want to vomit!" Wen Tian spat, her fists clenched tightly.
"You're being unreasonable, acting on your own whims and emotions, calling it foolishness. Your Majesty, you are misplacing your anger!" Tang Zhiyun shouted, his chest heaving slightly.
"How dare you insult His Majesty as a foolish ruler!" Yu Huan exclaimed, rising abruptly and shaking his sleeves in reprimand. After all, he was the one who had arranged for Tang Zhiyun to be here; if anything went wrong, he would also be implicated.
Unexpectedly, Wen Tian let out a cold laugh. "I will make you understand what true misplaced anger is." With that, she turned to the guards behind her and commanded, " Tang Zhiyun has spoken out of turn in front of the Emperor. He shall receive twenty strokes and be confined to Jing Qiu Palace for observation."
What a dream this is!
The rain poured heavily outside a white apartment, where two figures were locked in a passionate embrace. Wen Tian stood stiffly at the corner of the alley, holding an umbrella.
"Have you told her?" the woman asked.
"No," the man replied, his voice low and brows slightly furrowed.
The woman rose on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her red lips hovered just an inch from his, her gaze piercing as she spoke in a tone laced with coercion. "Shen Hao, I don't care how many years you've spent with her. Although she helped you secure the position of Regional General Manager, I can just as easily pull you down. Don't forget, the finance industry is merely a business that my the Ji Family invests in. Only by becoming a son-in-law of the the Ji Family can you gain more..."
The sound of the pouring rain drowned out the man's voice, but Wen Tian could clearly hear those four words: "I understand..."
Wen Tian felt weak; the umbrella tilted in her hand as her lips turned pale and her face became drenched. She could no longer tell if what was on her face was tears or rainwater. They had clearly planned to get married in the second half of the year; they had even bought an engagement ring. How had everything suddenly turned dark?
Her mind buzzed with chaos until a blaring horn snapped her back to reality. She looked up just in time to see bright headlights approaching, followed by the screeching sound of brakes echoing through the air.
"No!"
Wen Tian woke up in a cold sweat, startled from her dream. The sudden closeness of the Beautiful Boy, Yu Huan, at her bedside left her pale and on the verge of screaming.
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