NOVPUBShen Roujia was momentarily stunned. “Your Highness.”
Xu Zening chuckled softly. “You’ve done enough; leave the rest to me.”
Shen Roujia frowned, aware of the many burdens weighing on him and the considerations he must bear.
“But what about the lives of those who died? Don’t they matter?”
Xu Zening sighed lightly. “But to me, your life matters a bit more.”
Shen Roujia was taken aback by his words.
Xu Zening motioned to Xu Shiyi and then turned to enter the palace gates.
Watching the current scene, Shen Roujia furrowed her brows, struggling to understand who was truly at fault in this complicated situation.
Liu Xia, trembling slightly, glanced at Shen Roujia before suddenly throwing herself at her feet. “Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life!”
Li Wei, following Liu Xia’s lead, glanced at Consort Shu before also expressing his gratitude to Shen Roujia.
Shen Roujia, her expression cold, responded, “In this world, there is always cause and effect. I’m not the one who decides your punishment.”
With that, she turned and left in a huff, her departure clearly tinged with anger.
The Emperor, watching the two similar yet stubborn figures walk away, felt a deeper sense of guilt settling in.
Xu Zening had always maintained a polite and proper distance with Shen Roujia, his behavior so impeccably refined that it was difficult to fault. But this time, Shen Roujia found herself unable to fully understand him. His actions, often marked by self-restraint, seemed increasingly perplexing.
It was as if the invisible weight pressing down on Xu Zening had begun to bend his back, making him appear more fragile.
