Ji Rong slowly walked to the window, standing tall and straight. His hands were clasped behind his back, his slender fingers unconsciously playing with a jade ring on his thumb.
The king was born with excellent looks. The cold moonlight contrasted with the outline of his side profile, like a painting. The White moonlight also set off a gloomy and sickly aura on his face.
He suddenly thought of something.
Ji Rong slightly frowned, then ordered, ""It's such a small matter. Do it secretly and don't let the Imperial consort know."
Without her knowing, Fu min had quietly walked behind Ji Rong.
“..”
She smiled, revealing her white teeth.
Then, she took out an inkstone that was bigger than her face from under her sleeve.
He had just taken it from Ji Rong's table.
The secret guards beside him looked at each other, then lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.
He didn't have the slightest intention of warning Ji Rong.
