Rong Ruo's words were like a bucket of ice water poured on Yuan Zhao, instantly fading the blush from her face and making her instantly sober.

"What does the Supervisor mean? I don't understand."

Yuan Zhao forced a smile, but was inwardly shocked.

Rong Ruo wouldn't say those words without a reason.

There is only one possibility: he knows about his conversation with his older brother today.

That was in the General's Mansion, a secluded place that she and her elder brother had specially chosen. However, even so, these words still reached Rong Ruo's ears, which shows how far the Imperial Guards' influence extends.

Is there any possibility of getting rid of someone like that?

Thinking of all this, Yuan Zhao's face grew even paler.

Rong Ruo didn't respond to her words, but instead slowly tapped his long fingers on the table, one tap after another, unhurried yet sending chills down one's spine.

Although Rong Ruo didn't say anything, the suffocating feeling was overwhelming. Yuan Zhao couldn't help but think of what happened last time, and she felt a nerve-like pain starting in her neck.

She closed her eyes briefly before finally speaking:

"Those words were just to appease my elder brother; they shouldn't be taken seriously."

As soon as she finished speaking, the knocking stopped abruptly. Rong Ruo pursed her thin lips, raised a brow with her phoenix eyes, and slowly said:

"Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?"

"This humble woman dares not!"

Yuan Zhao kept her head down, not daring to look at Rong Ruo at all, but even without looking up, she could still feel two cold eyes falling on her.

The room was so quiet that Yuan Zhao could even clearly hear himself swallowing.

Cold sweat was already dripping down her cheeks, and just when she was about to give up, Rong Ruo finally spoke:

"That's enough!"

With just those two words, the murderous intent in the room suddenly eased, and Yuan Zhao seemed to catch his breath, letting out a heavy sigh.

However, the next moment, her chin was forced up by two long, strong fingers, and the instant their skin touched, Yuan Zhao trembled.

It's so cold!

Rong Ruo's hands are so cold!

It had no warmth at all, colder than a dead person's hand, as if it had come out of ice water.

Rong Ruo slowly approached, stopping when their heads were about an arm's length apart.

"I prefer quiet, obedient, and dutiful people, understand?"

"……yes!"

"Don't let me down."

Rong Ruo released Yuan Zhao, then took out a white silk thread and wiped his fingers, as if Yuan Zhao were some kind of slovenly thing.

Yuan Zhao's eyes flickered slightly as he watched his movements.

"Behave yourself, and I'll keep you safe."

After saying this, Rong Ruo slowly stood up, while Yuan Zhao lowered his head and watched the crimson flying fish robe recede further and further away from him.

A while later, the door to the private room was opened, and Linglong and Wenfeng rushed in together.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The two maids looked at her with concern.

Every time they saw Rong Ruo, Miss would be half dead, and they were really worried that something might happen to Yuan Zhao.

Although this is a restaurant, you never know what kind of immoral thing that shameless person might do.

Yuan Zhao shook his head, but did not get up immediately.

Although Rong Ruo didn't do anything to her this time, she was more tired than before. In the past, she was physically tired, but this time she was mentally tired.

In just one hour, she felt her spirit had been repeatedly struck by a series of blows.

The General's Mansion has Rong Ruo's people. Is this Rong Ruo's doing, or is the Emperor already preparing to deal with the General's Mansion?

A hint of anxiety flashed across Yuan Zhao's face.

Also, what did Rong Ruo mean by asking him what the ending would be?

Something flashed through Yuan Zhao's mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

On the way back to the manor, Yuan Zhao watched as Linglong's little mouth kept chattering away, and she suddenly spoke up:

"You tell me, if the air you exhale has no temperature, can you still be considered a living person?"

Wen Feng and Linglong looked at each other in bewilderment:

"Miss, what are you saying?"

"……nothing!"

Yuan Zhao closed his eyes, suppressing the fear in them.

Just now, Rong Ruo was very close to her. When he spoke to her, there was not a trace of warmth in his voice, and his fingers, as cold as ice, made her think a lot.