"The time for half a cup of tea is up. Your Majesty should return to the palace and attend to your business."
Ji Qingwu pointed toward the door. "Otherwise, my father will be coming by to hurry you along soon."
Ji Bo Lian was just the type to do something like that.
Zhao Mingyan said with a note of regret, "Has it been that long already?"
As he spoke, he rested his head against her chest.
Ji Qingwu's mind raced. "You... are you..."
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Ji Qingwu swallowed them. 'Whatever the Emperor does is as it should be.'
Just as her mind was running wild, the man who had been beating around the bush finally spoke up.
"Ah Wu, I'm going to lead the army in person to the Northern Border."
Ji Qingwu froze, then pushed his head away and pried his hands from her waist.
She took a step back, putting distance between them, and scrutinized his expression, trying to determine if he was telling the truth or just joking.
"Why?"
