"What do I have to be angry about?" Shen Yuan asks rhetorically, focused on keeping his hands from shaking as he pours himself tea next. "He didn't 'do' anything to me that I didn't allow. Does Lan-gongzi think me so incapable?"

Right, because he, Shen Yuan, absolutely could have escaped Luo Binghe any time he wanted. Yep, definitely.

"There were certain things that I'd been hiding from everyone, even myself," he haltingly explains, his gaze drifting back to the view of the street outside while his teacup rests in his cupped hands in his lap, undrank. "That other Shen Yuan, Consort Shen, he'd gone through something similar. Luo Binghe was just trying to help me like he helped his --" Shen Yuan can't help but grimace as he pronounces the word, "...husband."