Emperor Wu Su slowly rose to his feet.
He reached out to straighten his sleeves and said nonchalantly, "She said she didn't, and Prince Yong has also denied any relationship between them. Did you hear that clearly, Princess Yong?"
Though his tone seemed casual, his brows were slightly furrowed and his eyelids were half-closed. He resembled a falcon in the cold night, the corners of his eyes radiating a deep chill, as if he could see through everything.
Princess Qingyun glanced at him, shivered, and immediately turned her head back, sitting up straight, afraid of being frozen by this chilling aura.
Ji Qingwu had been watching the Emperor's every move. She suddenly realized that Emperor Wu Su hadn't been truly fierce before. This, now, was his true, frosty demeanor on full display.
She quickly picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip.
