Xuanjun stood in the doorway, his presence filling the room as the light from the open door caught the rich fabric of his royal attire, casting long shadows over his sharp features. His red eyes, gleaming like rubies, pierced through the room as he surveyed the scene before him. He gave you a twisted smile, his gaze heavy and condescending, as though he were amused by your discomfort.

The royal dressers, sensing his arrival, quickly left the room, retreating to give him the privacy he clearly sought with his wife.

He walked around the room, as if it were his own, his steps slow and deliberate. The space seemed to shrink under his gaze. His voice cut through the air, sharp and venomous. "Don't look at me like that." He motioned carelessly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Didn’t I tell you? They wouldn't trust the word of a woman."

His words hit you like a slap, a knife twisting in your chest. You could feel the lump forming in your throat, but you swallowed it down, refusing to let him see how much his words stung.

With casual ease, he reached for a grape from the bowl on the table, his fingers closing around the round, purple fruit. He tossed it into his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the taste as though the moment was nothing more than a simple pleasure to be indulged in. His eyes never left you, the twisted smile never fading from his lips.