At that same moment, Ji Qingwu flinched.
The poor, innocent girl had been kicked again.
The person kicked even harder this time.
Her eyes flew wide, her dark, shimmering pupils darting back and forth between Emperor Wu Su and the Prince Consort.
Ji Qingwu was trying to figure out which of them was maliciously kicking her.
'It's almost rhythmic. As soon as the Eldest Princess finishes talking, I get a kick.'
Her hesitant gaze fell upon the Emperor, who interpreted it as a sign that she had been moved by the Eldest Princess's words and was now silently condemning him.
Emperor Wu Su's expression chilled.
In reality, Ji Qingwu hadn't even heard everything Princess Hua Chang had said. Her mind was entirely focused on figuring out where that kick had come from...
'This time... yes, after some careful deduction, I've got it. The kick came from across from me.'
She shot a glare at Wei Chi Lianping, but the Prince Consort's eyes were glued to the Eldest Princess, so he never saw it.
