He Jinxia gave him an annoyed glare, "You'd have to become my husband first for it to count as murder..."
Sheng Yan paused, lifted his gaze to her, and slowly said, "Does the madam mean she wants me to actually become—"
"Hey, my subject, hold on, shut up!" He Jinxia covered his mouth in one swift motion, preventing him from continuing, a sly twinkle flashed through her eyes as she said:
"My subject is good in every aspect, except he's too unruly, shows no restraint in front of elder brothers and mothers, only cares about romancing and coveting beauty, truly disappointing me!"
Her brows furrowed, her eyes rippling like the ripples on West Lake, filled with a touch of sorrow that seeped into Sheng Yan's heart. He was dying to reach out and erase the sadness from her eyes.
Sheng Yan's eyes were deep, and he said unflinchingly, "I didn't expect madam to enjoy the emperor-subject play this much, if you want to play, I can accompany you in private."
