If I were to make a mistake. Commit some kind of great offense. You would be the one responsible for ordering my death, would you not?

It had been a long time since that late afternoon when Maomao had requested that if he ever had to order her execution it be done with poison. Ever since she 'd gone missing, he 'd thought of that conversation frequently. If he was wrong, and she had taken off of her own free will, he would indeed be tasked with ordering her execution. Something he 'd vowed to her he would never do.

It 's not about would or would not. It 's could or could not.

She must 've thought him so naive.

'Zui, did you hear me? '

The Emperor 's question pulled Jinshi back to the moment. It was very late. The summons to his brother 's presence had arrived right after the surprise visitor had departed from Jinshi 's office. He tried to hide how exhausted he was and replied, 'Forgive me, I 'm afraid I didn 't quite catch what you said. '