At the sound of the woman's voice, Emperor Quan's expression changed. Subconsciously, he looked toward Zhan Se.
Zhan Se's head remained lowered, her face void of any expression.
His dark eyes frosted over, and Emperor Quan clenched his fists, a vein faintly throbbing on his forehead. It only took a second before he restrained himself forcefully, followed by a slight curve of his sensual, cool lips, as he said with a smile that was not quite a smile,
"I've given everyone quite the spectacle..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Yu leaned over, smoothly taking over the conversation as if to explain, yet her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment.
"Don't talk nonsense, it was my fault for accidentally smudging it on him while speaking."
As she explained, she carefully took a tissue, turning Emperor Quan's face toward her, gently wiping it clean, while her voice held a hint of a complaining tone of a little woman, as she chided softly,
