Su Jingshu recalled Nangong Chang's obsequious demeanor and thought to herself that he must have lost his memory.
But if he were to recover his memory and found out that she had been alone in a room with the Emperor, then everything would be beyond explanation.
Xiao Jun'an's cold, thin lips curled into a devoid, shallow smile as he gently asked, "What did the imperial consort just say? I didn't hear it clearly."
His eyes, cold as ice, stared intensely at Su Jingshu as if trying to see through her eyes into her deepest thoughts, striving to thoroughly understand the soul within her body.
Su Jingshu thought to herself, what are you looking at, haven't you seen a great beauty before!
She cleared her throat softly, pressing down her voice and feigning tenderness, "What I mean is, Anuan needs your consolation even more, Your Majesty. Perhaps you should pay her a visit to spare her sister's heart from getting hurt."
Having said that, Su Jingshu retched inwardly.
