Ji Qingwu slowly raised her arms and placed them on his shoulders.
Emperor Wu Su's arms tightened like an iron vise, holding her firmly within his embrace.
He refused to give her any room to push him away.
'The political game at court is already shifting because of her…'
Yesterday, at Wutong Garden, he had watched her squatting before the medicinal herbs, tending to them with intense focus. It was then that he secretly made his decision.
'If Ji Qingwu enters the palace, it would be impossible to stop others from discovering my true feelings for her.'
'The dangers lurking in the shadows would be like venomous snakes, waiting for the right moment to strike.'
'So, before that can happen, I have to present them with an opportunity myself, forcing them to make their move. Even if I can't wipe them out in one fell swoop, I have to at least clip their wings so they can no longer pose a threat.'
