"First, it fits like a glove."
Zhan Se's mocking eyes swept over him as she continued speaking.
"Second, you're my woman, which makes conspiring convenient."
Raising an eyebrow, Zhan Se sneered, "Lord Quan the Fourth, did you forget your medication again?"
"Fool!" Emperor Quan's brow lifted. In Ai Muran's presence, he stretched out his arms and affectionately pulled her into his embrace. The laughter in his eyes, seemingly gentle and loving, was filled with a warning only she could understand.
"Don't be mad, okay?"
"Emperor Quan—"
Unable to stand his clinginess, Zhan Se gritted her teeth and pushed him. The next second, his warm lips were pressed against her ear, "Third, don't you want to investigate the connections between Wei Cuo, Duan Ming, and Chen Sheng's cases? And, don't you want to find him?"
"Him?"
