Just as Ye Qingchen was preparing to slip away, Jiang Qi's low voice suddenly reached his ears.
He immediately halted, pressing himself flat against the roof, ears pricked to listen carefully.
Jiang Qi was draped in a Brocade Curtain bathrobe, his body leaning slightly forward, a sinister gleam flickering in his eyes.
A murderous sharpness seeped from his brows, as though he were brewing an exceptionally vicious scheme.
He slowly turned his head and asked coldly, "How are the preparations on Qin Yue's side?"
The servant, seeing Jiang Qi speak, instantly bent at the waist in respectful bow and replied in a low voice, "Reporting to the Saint Heir, everything is ready. We're just waiting for you to go over."
Hearing this, a flash of cold light flickered in Jiang Qi's eyes, and the corner of his mouth hooked up in a smug smile.
His laughter rose from low to high, finally echoing through the bedchamber, wildly arrogant.
