She didn't take it to heart, though. "Don't you want to get out of here?" she asked.
Qing Mei smiled. "I have no regrets," he said. "You don't need to worry about me."
The words Shen Lang had prepared were stuck in her throat, impossible to say.
'The dignified Prime Minister was convicted so carelessly, yet he has no desire to resist at all?'
Before she could finish the thought, Qing Mei asked again,
"Is he good to you?"
"...He's fine." For a moment, Shen Lang didn't know what to say. She lowered her gaze and answered nonchalantly.
"Then I can rest assured."
Shen Lang felt a sense of unease.
She arched a brow slightly and asked again, "You really don't want to get out?"
Qing Mei didn't answer, only chuckling softly. "It's damp and cold here. Your Majesty should head back."
Shen Lang: "..."
'What a stubborn fool.'
Shen Lang drifted away with an ethereal grace, leaving Qing Mei standing where he was, watching her in silence.
