And then his eyes came upon Chen Rong.
As he stared at her standing in front of the musicians, gradually, those muddy old eyes revealed a hint of indescribable violence. He gasped for air and hissed: “You’re but an insignificant concubine-born girl. It’s your good fortune that I’ve taken a fancy to you! How dare you disobey me time and time again? Bah! If that’s the case, what use is there to keep you around?”
He waved his hand to stop a panicking Advisor Xu from speaking. “Damnation, you shitheads, all day long telling me to exercise restraint. ‘One should bear in mind social consensus’? Bah, I can’t even have a good time playing with a woman.”
Here, he pointed at Chen Rong, who was herself shaking. “Men, drag this wench away and kill her…”
Another burst of rapid footsteps sounded and, at the same time, a resounding voice cried: “Your Royal Highness, Lang’ya Wang Qi requests an audience.”