"It's not what you think," Lu Ziyuan grasped her hand and explained earnestly, "I informed them of the true cause of your death. At first, they didn't believe it, but later they went to the Heavenly Prison to see your aunt and cousin..."
"Wanwan, you know, your father and brothers are all talented and refined gentlemen. They cannot accept a female family member wielding power to personally harm her kin. They didn't want to stay in this heart-breaking Capital City," he paused, adding softly, "Believe me, I still had some sanity left at the time, I wasn't entirely mad, nor did I make things difficult for them."
Xie Wanqing frowned deeply and sat up.
This wasn't the first time she'd heard him call himself a madman. Originally, she thought he was just being self-deprecating, but witnessing the true 'chopping into minced meat' made it impossible for her to console herself when she heard his words again.
Could he really be mad?
The Emperor of a nation mad?
