Chapter 23: He was so rough!
Before he said anything however, he suddenly thought of something
He cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly as he addressed Hua Jing.
"May I ask the Seventh Consort..." he began, his tone measured, "...what happened that led you to be in this state? How was it that you fainted?"
The question hung heavily in the air, and everyone's attention shifted immediately to Hua Jing.
The maids, who had been cautiously lingering by the walls, perked up. Their eyes gleamed with curiosity, eager for any morsel of gossip that could later ripple through the palace corridors.
Zhao Yan's gaze sharpened, his piercing eyes boring into Hua Jing's face.
He leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable, but his presence loomed like a shadow.
Hua Jing swallowed, her mind whirring.
What should I say? she wondered, glancing around the room.
She couldn't just blurt out that her soul had momentarily left her body.
No one would believe her.