Long Yang had never intended to kill Lu Liangwei, but now that both Zhao Qian and Chu Qi had spoken up for her, the murderous aura that had originally gathered between his brows faded in an instant.
"Ms. Lu insists that she is my savior. If I were to punish her, what would that make me but a foolish ruler?"
Hearing this, Lu Tingchen's anxious heart finally calmed down and he immediately said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for pardoning my sister."
After speaking, seeing Lu Liangwei still kneeling there with a dazed expression, he hurriedly pulled her arm and hissed, "Weiwei, why haven't you thanked the Emperor?"
When Lu Liangwei came to her senses, Long Yang had already got up and walked out from behind the desk.
Within her vision, she could see a man's black satin boots and above them, the hem of a cyan robe.
Just as she was about to continue looking upward, a suffocatingly deep and cold male voice came from above her head.
