Yang Shiqi's gaze suddenly became misty.
That figure, really so captivating.
A seventeen-year-old girl, truly enchanting.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, calm down, and calm down again.
Over there, the person behind the screen felt someone coming from behind, and gracefully stood up, bowing and saluting: "This concubine... greets Your Majesty, long live the Emperor, long live, long long live!"
Her voice was light and soft, making one's heart itch upon hearing it.
Yang Shiqi, after the initial bewilderment, immediately took a plate of incense from his bosom, quickly lit it, and placed it in the incense burner on the side.
The enchanting fragrance rose slowly; Yang Shiqi had already taken the antidote beforehand, so it was no problem for him.
He felt a bit conflicted inside, but as a spy, he had to follow orders, so he acted against his conscience.
At least he felt he was acting against his conscience.
