Consort Dong's face turned extremely grave. She exhaled slowly and said in a low voice:
"This is truly... difficult to handle. Originally, I just came to wander around and incidentally delivered myself to the door.
Look at you, heartless one. Check on Miss Donggong's progress for Her Majesty... who would have thought I'd run into something like this."
As she spoke, her slender fingers pointed into the air, and the candlelight cast a faint shadow on her delicate face, revealing a sense of difficulty.
Chen Yi had been quietly observing her expression change. Seeing her eyes flicker, the string in his heart immediately tensed again as he asked, "What are you thinking?"
Consort Dong was startled by his sudden question, shivering as she met his scrutinizing gaze.
Her heart tightened, yet she quickly pulled out a charming, slightly ingratiating smile, softening her voice: "Don't be so wary... Battalion Commander Chen, I've always been sincere with you."
