Xia Ruqing finally snapped back to reality.
She hurriedly nodded and went forward to greet him.
"Greetings, Emperor!"
He didn't help her up as he usually did, only saying indifferently:
"Rise."
His voice was weary, weak, tinged with a trace of despair.
Xia Ruqing felt a little frightened, proceeding cautiously.
"Yes!"
After standing up, she instinctively stepped back a pace.
Zhao Junyao suddenly locked his bloodshot eyes, red with streaks, onto her, smirking coldly.
"Even you are avoiding me?"
He had just passed through the Imperial Garden.
All the palace attendants seeing him acted as if they'd encountered the plague.
Even several Palace Consorts seeing him desperately tried to avoid him.
Those who couldn't dodge knelt trembling at his feet, begging for mercy!
Heh heh!
Whenever they saw me before, weren't they eager to cling to me?!
Since when did I become a plague to them?! What a mockery!
Xia Ruqing was a bit flustered.
"Emperor?"
