Shen Ruoxi's hair instantly stood on end, and she sat bolt upright, her delicate hand reaching for Cold Frost at the bedside.
At that moment, a cold snort resonated clearly in the silent night.
The person slowly said, "Marquis Shen's alertness seems to have waned. I thought you would awaken the moment I entered, but surprisingly…" His words carried a faint hint of mockery.
Shen Ruoxi's tense nerves finally relaxed, but they were soon replaced by a surge of anger in her heart.
She retorted mercilessly, "Your Majesty, who are you trying to scare? What are you doing in a minister's chamber in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
"This world is mine; where can't I go?" The Emperor responded nonchalantly, as if this was the most normal thing.
Anger boiled in Shen Ruoxi's heart. How could a king be so rude, barging into a single woman's room in the middle of the night so brazenly, utterly indecent!
