Luo Wanqing's delicate face suddenly darkened, her sharp phoenix eyes locking onto Zhou Chang: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or fart if you must! I still need to teach Er Liang swordplay and don't have time for your nonsense!"
Faced with her domineering and proud attitude, Zhou Chang, in the past, would have likely shrugged it off with a couple of self-deprecating remarks.
But under the influence of Ran Qingchen's descent into darkness, this Emperor—who perhaps had long suppressed his resentment and fury—finally failed to contain his temper and said coldly:
"Luo Wanqing, you are the Empress, and I am the Emperor! You are my wife! I can make you Empress, and I can just as easily depose you! Do you truly believe I won't dare touch the Luo Family?"
Luo Wanqing froze for a moment.
It was the first time he had lost his temper in front of her.
But Luo Wanqing, proud as ever, was not someone easily frightened. She sneered and retorted:
