He heard clearly what you said. Your voice echoed in his ears like a magical melody. He knew. He knew very well what he had done— rebelling and destroying the northern empire. However, what was wrong with that? He was only trying to protect you from falling into the arms of another man.

"My Empress, the owner of my soul." He whispered desperately as he crawled to reach your feet to kiss them. "I, your sword, your instrument of death, am devoted to you." You felt his tongue on your feet. You were his goddess. And he would think of you as such.

"There is no need for the word marriage in your life, My Empress. You'll remain in power without an emperor." His sanity almost disappeared after the rumors spread. You couldn't know what he was thinking, because he was like an empty walking corpse. But one thing everyone was sure of; Wěi Yì would paint the continent red with blood if you ignored him.