"Kidnap him?"
'That really is just like the willful Princess.'
Ji Qingwu considered the scene but found she couldn't imagine anyone daring to kidnap that man.
Princess Qingyun changed her tune. "I can meet him for you first. I'll vet him for you."
Ji Qingwu's refusal was blunt. "That won't be necessary. I can't say I agree with your taste."
The moment she finished speaking, Princess Qingyun suddenly turned and pressed herself against the wall, hiding her face.
Not sensing any danger, Ji Qingwu's lips curved into a smile. "You don't have to be that ashamed."
The sound of footsteps grew clearer from behind her.
When Ji Qingwu turned her head and saw who was approaching from down the corridor, silhouetted against the light, the smile on her lips froze.
Her eyes widened slightly. The Emperor, who was supposed to be in the palace, had just appeared before her out of thin air.
Just a moment ago, Qingyun had been pestering her, trying to find out who her sweetheart was.
