Ji Qingwu had done it all on purpose: choosing to perform at night, dancing the Jade Curtain Shadow Dance, and vanishing right before his eyes.
The curtain in front of Emperor Wu Su was blasted into shreds by a tyrannical wave of Inner Strength and fell to the ground.
Li Yuzong, who was following behind the Emperor, lowered his head.
'Truly, every man has his match.'
'He had thought this Miss Ji would leave the palace heartbroken, but instead, she'd come up with a trick like this.'
'And its effectiveness? One look at Emperor Wu Su's face—stifled and without any release—was all the proof he needed.'
Emperor Wu Su turned and shot him a sidelong glance.
"If you want to laugh, then laugh."
Li Yuzong's lips tightened. "Your Majesty misunderstands me. I was simply born with a smiling face."
Soon enough, Chief Li found he couldn't laugh anymore. Back in his bedchamber, Emperor Wu Su grew agitated at the sight of everything.
