Feng Lan detected the sarcasm in Earth Venerate's words and raised an eyebrow.
"Do you hate Your Majesty?"
It was not just hate, it was outright loathing.
That woman was the source of her agony for the past decade.
But such things Earth Venerate would not reveal to Feng Lan, who probably wouldn't believe it anyway.
In Feng Lan's current memories, Empress Qingshuang had always been wise, proper, and empathetic.
Earth Venerate couldn't be bothered to say more and shrugged off her fox fur cloak, tossing it back to Feng Lan.
"Or is it that the person you hate is me?" Feng Lan got somewhat irritated, threw the fox fur on the ground, and grabbed Earth Venerate's hand. "Why do you hate me so much? Have we met before?"
Feng Lan indeed planned to depart tomorrow, but before leaving, he wanted some clarity.
This mention of 'meeting before' touched Earth Venerate's sensitive nerve.
She shook off Feng Lan's hand at once.
