Feng Yi subconsciously took a step back.
Song Yunzhao: ...
'What are you running for?'
'This is infuriating!'
'Am I not beautiful? Am I not captivating? Am I not sincere enough for him?'
'And he still runs away?'
'Does he have any idea how hard it is for a thick-skinned person like me to act all shy like some innocent maiden?'
Song Yunzhao knew she needed to take drastic measures. She watched the Emperor retreat, her face a mask of shock and hurt. She opened her mouth as if to speak, only to seem at a loss for words. Then, she also took a step back.
Feng Yi froze. Meeting Song Yunzhao's slightly pale face, he suddenly realized his previous action seemed to have hurt her.
"Song Yunzhao…"
Song Yunzhao's eyes reddened. Looking as if she were fighting back tears, she lowered her head slightly, took a deep breath, and spoke with a hint of distance in her voice, "Your Majesty, if you do not like me, you are free to leave."
