Eunuch Qin said respectfully to Ouyang Shaoqing: "Your Majesty, the dancing girl is here."
Ouyang Shaoqing didn't see him turn around, but after his rich voice uttered a single sound of "um", Eunuch Qin gestured for me to step forward, walked into the pavilion, smiled, and left.
I didn't take a step, I just looked at that condescending and majestic figure silently and defensively.
I clearly know that the person standing in front of me at this moment is no one else, but the owner of the land under my feet and the palace where I am, the person who can control my life and death.
There was silence for a long time. When I looked at Ouyang Shaoqing absentmindedly, he suddenly turned around.
A stern handsome face appeared in my eyes, with a teasing smile on his lips as cold as ice cubes, which shocked me greatly.
I remained silent and did not dare to look at him wildly. I lowered my head and waited silently for him to speak.
He didn't speak, so I gently glanced at the unclear scene in front of me, watching the bright yellow figure sway and sit on the stone bench in the pavilion.
"Come in!"
When he spoke, his voice was rich and cold, making it impossible to refuse.
I didn't dare to delay and walked slowly towards the pavilion.
I stood at a distance from him, with my head lowered, not looking at him, but I could feel his sharp eyes wandering over my body, sizing me up.
Faintly, the hatred and the aura that wanted to tear me apart from last night spread around my body, sending chills down my spine.
I trembled, unable to control the cold feeling on my back, but I heard his bone-chilling voice again.
"Are you afraid of me?"
In one sentence, the question made me dumbfounded.
Am I afraid of him? Can't he feel it?
Such a sharp man, can I escape with my little thoughts?
"yes."
I nodded, responded, and then explained: "The emperor is the most powerful person in the world. He holds the power of life and death in his hands. He can make me fall into pieces with just one word. I should be afraid of you."
He chuckled, and I knew he was laughing at the hypocritical words I said.
And I don't think what I said is hypocritical, I think what I said is the truth.
"Do you know why I kept you in the palace?"
He spoke again and asked.
I raised my head, glanced at his stern look, and then lowered my head.
"I don't know who I am."
Whether I know it or not, all I can answer is this sentence.