These few words seemed to possess a magical power, as if someone had hit the pause button on the once chaotic palace, plunging it into a mysterious and profound silence.
Aside from a certain noble consort who was already out of her senses, babbling nonsense:
"Consort Ru, my sister? Why aren't you talking?" Mingshu rubbed Consort Ru's delicate and smooth cheek, flashing a big, white smile, and said something astonishing, "Oh well, even if you don't want to form an alliance with me, you could still become my little wife!"
Since the little one liked her so much, naturally, she had to help the little one chase after his wife!
Si Chu's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his look was murderous, his eyes darting toward Consort Ru like flying knives. Seeing the undignified posture of the two, his anger shot straight to his forehead.
He wasn't even dead yet!
