#Chapter 72
For a long moment, the Emperor remained silent.
A suffocating silence filled the hall and pressed into my skin like a hungry anaconda.
Regardless, I sat there as if I couldn’t feel a thing and waited for him to take the bait.
“…… Ha.”
The silence was finally broken by an incredulous chuckle.
The chuckle grew into a peal of laughter and rang through the empty hall for what felt like forever.
When the laughter dwindled down, the Emperor shot up from his seat.
He brought over a bottle of wine that had been sitting on a table behind his seat.
“Would you like a glass?”
“I’m afraid I’m not too good with alcohol, sire.”
He didn’t ask twice.
He popped open the bottle, tossed the leftover tea in the teapot, and filled his teacup to the brim.
The Emperor then gulped down the entire cup and slammed it on the tea table.
A sharp noise of the cup nearly shattering into pieces pierced my ears.
“I can see why my son has fallen for you.”
