A shadow of melancholy flickered in Lin Jinyu's eyes.
He didn't even bother to lift his head to glance at me, did he?
Still, she slowly suppressed the emotions in her heart, stepped forward, and with her delicate jade-like hand, gently massaged Ji Nanjue's shoulders, whispering, "Your Majesty should not overwork yourself so much."
"Why not leave these trivial mortal affairs to the ministers?"
As she spoke, her eyes appraised the documents on Ji Nanjue's desk.
Ji Nanjue closed his eyes, allowing the Empress to gently massage his shoulders, and said nonchalantly, "I have decided to attend the Sacred Land's enrollment ceremony in a few days."
"..."
The Empress bit her lip, looking at the man before her who remained indifferent, even though she had instructed her maids to buy the finest rouge and perfume from Luo City...
Was his heart truly as cold and unfeeling as stone?
