Besides, Wei Ting was a rare military talent. She couldn't gamble on whether this would truly drive a wedge between him and the Emperor.
Ji Qingwu's thoughts twisted and turned, finally landing on a solution that wasn't really a solution at all.
She reached out, gently wrapping her arms around his lean waist. Tilting her head back to look up at him, her gaze was focused and ardent, her chin resting just below his shoulder.
From this angle, her eyes curved like crescent moons, their long, upward-slanting shape captivating and alluring.
Ji Qingwu said in a coquettish voice, "Your Majesty, don't you find this... uniquely thrilling?"
Zhao Mingyan's brows twitched slightly, a glint flashing in his eyes.
"Do you have any idea what you're saying?"
Ji Qingwu's sweet scent wafted against his neck as she said, "It will be much harder for Your Majesty to experience this kind of feeling in the future."
