He seemed in good spirits, and his gaze turned to the “Ritual and Music” book on the table. He picked it up. “I didn’t expect you to be interested in musical instruments—huh?”
I watched helplessly as he opened the cover. There’s nothing more embarrassing than being caught by your first love looking at an erotic book.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Revenge
Yan Or’s face turned red, hard to tell if it was from shock or embarrassment.
He silently closed the book and placed it on the table. “So this is what interests you.”
“It’s a misunderstanding,” I said. Any explanation now seemed weak.
If I were him, I wouldn’t believe that eagerly looking at an erotic painting was for artistic pursuit.
“No need to explain,” he looked at me with profound sympathy. “It seems you’re not doing well, Thirteen.”
I felt my face twitch. Did he misunderstand?
“I didn’t expect An Daren to look so sturdy, but actually—” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Gold is not pure; no one is perfect.”
I was certain he had misunderstood. An Jin’s dignity needed my defense.
“Your Majesty, you’re mistaken. My husband is in excellent health—”
“You’ve suffered so much,” he interrupted, his face full of feigned compassion. “Every family has its own troubles. Don’t worry, I won’t ask more.”
I waited despondently for him to finish. I decided not to explain further, as it would only seem like a cover-up to him. Yan Or continued talking, seemingly consoling but actually gloating. His conscience wasn’t particularly admirable; he likely remembered what An Jin had done to him and was seizing this opportunity for revenge.
Finally satisfied, he ended his “consolation” with a rosy complexion and gave me a lingering look. “If you regret it, what I said before still stands.”
I was speechless and forced a laugh. “Your Majesty certainly knows how to joke.”
“I’m not joking,” he insisted, his expression serious.
