"Your majesty, I need to speak to you about something," Wei Jin announced after Ling Yue left.
"Not here," Xuan Han responded, looking around the corridor. "Let's talk elsewhere."
Wei Jin nodded and opened a portal. Both of them entered, and just before the portal closed, Xuan Wei stepped in beside them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Xuan Han asked.
Xuan Wei gave no response and chuckled.
The portal opened, and they stepped out and then sealed behind them with a soft whump, leaving the three men inside Wei Jin's private office.
Wei Jin flicked open his phoenix feather fan as he headed behind his desk. As he took his seat, he raised his head to face Xuan Han, his face grim.
"So you kissed him?" he asked.
Xuan Han clenched his jaw as he spoke. "He kissed me first."
"That's not the point," Xuan Wei snapped, throwing his hands up. "Have you forgotten he is Feng Lan's son?!"
Wei Jin suddenly exhaled sharply through his nose, snapping his fan shut with a sharp clack.
