That night, the Emperor went to the Empress's chambers for dinner. From the moment he sat down until they started eating, he couldn't stop talking, constantly discussing the day's events.
"When I originally bestowed a marriage upon her, what did she say about me behind my back?"
"Dog Emperor, old fool, even cursed me for being blind, granting her such a marriage, yet I endured it!"
"And now! She's the one asking for a divorce, and I complied, but still, she's not happy!?"
The Empress held her forehead, finding his complaints incessant about a little girl giving her a headache. She couldn't understand what she ever saw in him when they were younger.
The Emperor had no idea what the Empress was thinking at the moment; he thought she was seriously listening to him, which made him feel much better, "Do you think, is this girl just ungrateful, not understanding my intentions, despite all my affection for her?"
