Fu Shang stopped in his tracks.
She looked at the beautiful and cool chiffon dress she was wearing, and her eyes flashed with obvious disdain.
What the hell was he wearing?
It was such a cold day that she was almost frozen to death.
In fact, the room was lit with charcoal, so it was not really cold, but there was still a bit of coldness that penetrated the skin.
Therefore, Fu Shang slowly raised his eyes and stared at Ji Rong. The bed.
The soft and warm blanket.
She quietly walked in that direction and reached out her hand to Ji Rong.
At this moment.
The man opened his eyes and stared straight at her with his dark and deep eyes, as if the abyss was staring at her.
He grabbed her hand.
His fingers clenched slightly.
"What is beloved consort doing? You want to assassinate me?"
The moment he opened his mouth, it was a problem with the Emperor.
He was paranoid and suspected that anyone would want to assassinate him.
