Watching Ye Qiu's gentle and charming smile, Ji Fei's heart was once again stirred, and his gaze upon her grew ever more profound and inscrutable.
"Why does it seem that Qiu'er becomes even more enchanting today?" Ji Fei asked affectionately as he held Ye Qiu's hand.
Ye Qiu lowered her head with a slight smile, calmly withdrew her hand, and poured him a cup of tea: "Your Majesty, are you jesting with me? Do I not look just as I always have?"
Ji Fei moved closer to Ye Qiu and reached to draw her into his embrace: "No, I believe my beloved concubine is especially captivating today."
Ye Qiu maintained a proper smile on her face and slowly extracted herself from his embrace: "Your Majesty, this is unbecoming, the attendants will laugh at us if they see."
Ji Fei's brows furrowed with displeasure: "I am the Emperor, and you are the Imperial Concubine, who dares to laugh at us?"
