The Xia Emperor shook his head. “I’m not kicking you out, I’m asking you to leave this particular residence. If you don’t have a place to stay, I can arrange alternative housing for you.”

Pu Surong stared at the Xia Emperor for a while, then said, “I can tell that you’ve always hated me for leaving without saying goodbye.”

She then rose to her feet, her expression calm. “You have reason to hate me, and I don’t blame you for it. If I had to blame something, it’d be our relationship; it was ill-fated right from the start.”

Her tone was cold and indifferent, with an air of estrangement. “To tell the truth, if it weren’t for my daughter, I would never have come back to see you.”

The Xia Emperor fell into a long silence. Finally, he said, “I’ve never forgotten you, not even for a moment. Deep within my heart, I always hoped for the day you’d returned, but it’s strange. The moment you said you’d come back to take Qingyuan away, I let go of you. I’ve now completely moved on.”

He paused, his expression increasingly calm. “I’ll admit it still hurts, but I trust that over time, I’ll be able to erase you from my...