The Emperor held her tightly in his arms, listening to her cries. In this moment, he didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong.
But pursuing one's own happiness, pursuing the girl he yearned for—this was only right and proper. Xie Pan'Er was currently lost in emotional anguish; this was a good opportunity. He would allow himself this one act of shamelessness! For the sake of his future happiness, even if it meant letting his own brother down.
Emperor Yuansheng thought this, a trace of self-reproach in his heart. Yet, this sliver of self-reproach vanished as the beauty in his arms cried ever more sorrowfully, his heart aching more with each sob.
Eventually, Xie Pan'Er finished crying. She lifted her head from the Emperor's embrace, gently pushed him away, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I... I got your clothes dirty."
