Li Xueyue sat up ramrod straight. Who wouldn't? Yu Zhen's wrath was not one to tread lightly on—even if it happened on a daily basis.
"Go," she instructed the maidservants.
All of them rushed out of the bedroom, like flocks of birds after a disturbance. The doors were closed behind them. Silence engulfed the room. Rage simmered on the surface, outweighing the bewilderment.
Li Xueyue continued to sit, unsure of what happened. She raised a curious brow and patiently waited for him to blow up at her.
"What were you thinking?" he finally said. His voice was barely above a whisper. He was infuriated that he couldn't even look at her.
"I—"
"You weren't even thinking, were you?"
Li Xueyue was taken aback. She was so shocked by his words that her mouth fell open.
"Can we backtrack this conversation?" she cautiously said. "Because I'm confused."
