Mingshu revealed a look in her eyes that was half astonishment and half shame, tugging awkwardly at the dress on her body, "This servant hurriedly changed clothes before coming, so that's why..."
She caught a glimpse of the faint sweat on Si Chu's temple and couldn't help feeling a bit vexed in her tone, "It's all this servant's fault, why didn't Your Majesty come in and urge me?"
Unthinkingly, she pulled out a handkerchief and, without a second thought, stepped forward on her tiptoes to gently wipe his sweat.
Zhang Dequan couldn't bear to look directly and averted his eyes, thinking to himself, if he had urged her, would there still be this embrace?
Who says men aren't scheming?
"It was only a moment's time, are you taking Zhang Dequan's nonsense seriously?" Si Chu's lips curved imperceptibly, his tone dignified.
Zhang Dequan: ...I'm having such a hard time.
Forget it, forget it, as a servant, for the sake of a salary, endure.
