Outside of Chang'an, the scenery was picturesque.
Gazing at the Empress with her tiptoes pressed down, her breathing heavy, and her cheeks flushed red, Fang Yang's lips curled into a faint smile, finding the situation increasingly amusing.
The Empress might have been cold and authoritarian before, her demeanor lacking a certain charm, thus his only desire had been to indulge in the thrill of conquest.
But now, as he grew closer to her, he also discovered the endearing aspects of the Empress.
He could also sense the suppressed rage and murderous intent in her heart.
The reason she had summoned him to this maple forest on Mount Xianglu today, claiming a desire to take a stroll through the maples, was probably because she had long been preparing to capture him.
However, any conspiracy crumbles before absolute power; he was unafraid of these schemes, rather, a playful mood took hold of him.
So, deliberately ignoring her nearly pleading gaze, he simply smiled and spoke.
