The vague intensity emanating from that gaze caused Madam Guo'an to inwardly curse with apprehension. The urge to slap the young couple's faces was overwhelming, yet somehow, she had momentarily forgotten about her concern for the Emperor.
Nevertheless, now that she had spoken, there was no turning back. Retreating was not an option; it would wound her pride.
She steeled herself for what was to come and said, "Does the Crown Prince Consort dare to test her mettle? The invigorating fragrance I've concocted might induce illusions, or perhaps render a sense of refreshment or discomfort."
Should the young crown prince consort fail to counter this fragrance, her disgraceful predicament might be exposed to the public!
Madam Guo'an couldn't help but feel a sense of self-satisfaction.
