The Heavenly Emperor had not spoken for a long time, and Xuanji did not know what to say either. Her mind was a mess, and although she wiped her tears, they kept welling up, never drying completely.
She truly felt incompetent, only capable of crying and being dumbstruck when faced with such troublesome matters, never able to match Si Feng's eloquence or his ability to persuade others with many reasons. What would he say next? Would he become angry and drive her out, or immediately order someone to arrest her and throw her into the Heavenly Prison with Wuzhiqi, assigning her a crime?
Xuanji couldn't guess what he was really thinking, and waited for his next words almost suffocatingly.
If he persisted stubbornly, how would she react? Xuanji did not know the answer to this question, and perhaps only when everything settled would she know how she should react.
