Ji Qingwu had long since picked up on the desperate plea in Mo Lingling's eyes.
Ji Qingwu squeezed Emperor Wu Su's hand, which was holding hers, and cut in, "We should get going. Otherwise, Jiu Jiu will get anxious and start to cry."
Astonishment flashed in Duan Mingfeng's eyes.
He had never seen anyone dare to interrupt the Emperor, and he inwardly admired Fifth Miss Ji's boldness.
The Ji Qingwu of the past would never have dared. Trembling and cowering before Emperor Wu Su—that was her true nature.
But these last few times, Emperor Wu Su had reined in his temper around her, always speaking in a soft and gentle tone. Even though he had left Wutong Garden without a word last time, he still hadn't taken his anger out on her.
'A woman will only grow more spoiled the more she's doted upon.'
So Ji Qingwu figured she could occasionally act spoiled, banking on his favor. The present moment was a perfect opportunity to test that theory.
