Therefore, Nangong Shu wants to maintain face and doesn't want to dash around the room in a panic.
Of course, the main reason is she doesn't want to lose her cold and elegant image in front of Lin Baici.
Imagine an empress, dignified and virtuous, fleeing with her butt sticking out when the rebels stormed the palace—how embarrassing would that be?
Moreover, Nangong Shu had experienced various terrifying rule contaminations early on, so she viewed life and death lightly.
If she could live, that would be good; if not, she wished to spend her last moments with Lin Baici, even if they didn't speak, just quietly watching him would be nice.
"It's a pity there are too many people here; otherwise, it would have been nice to have a little fun!"
Nangong Shu sighed.
If she had known it would be like this, she shouldn't have pretended to be reserved and should have found all sorts of reasons to see Lin Baici every day, and then played poker all night until he had no energy left.
"Right!"
