"Get out!" The Emperor of Chilin lashed out in anger, shoving Linghe away as she tried to nestle into his embrace. Linghe stumbled backward, nearly hitting the tea table, and he didn't spare her a single glance, only continuing his tirade: "Do you even know who's leading the troops? Su Changyi!"
Linghe, still reeling from the push, staggered a few steps before regaining her balance. She then sidled up to the Emperor with a fawning smile, "Even if it's him leading the troops, so what? Could he possibly flatten Chilin? Emperor, you really shouldn't be so furious. I was muddle-headed at the time and only wanted to kill Su Haoyu to avenge my parents and the Nine Clans. I didn't think it through that much."
As she spoke, Linghe's eyes reddened. "Emperor, if it weren't for my devotion to you and my wholehearted desire for your prosperity and the glory of Chilin, why else would I risk committing the crime of treason and conspire with my family to bring the papermaking technique to you?"
