Yan Li'an let out a deep, quiet chuckle.
He reached out his hand toward Mei Ji.
Mei Ji stood still, her eyes brimming with seductive charm, almost desperate to throw herself into Yan Li'an's arms.
The next second.
Yan Li'an's hand mercilessly clamped around her neck.
"Speak, which country's spy are you?" His narrow eyes were full of ferocity, "Hm?"
Mei Ji's face turned white and then flushed pink as she was choked, her hands clutching at his, "Let go, how dare you!"
"What's coming next is even more audacious." Yan Li'an grasped Mei Ji's neck and pushed the door open to stand under the moonlight. Just then, the king of Zhao, led by a palace maid, came storming over with his men in tow.
The moment he entered the courtyard, the king of Zhao was taken aback.
