Inside the Holy Temple, warm pearls glowed softly.
Sisi, dressed in solemn ceremonial attire, knelt before him and looked up at Zhao Changhe, her eyes seemingly flirtatious.
Whether it was her dress, her posture, or the environment... no words were necessary; this was more seductive than the usual playful behavior.
Zhao Changhe's throat gulped once more.
He had meant to teach a lesson to the people outside, to have them kneel and witness how their Queen serves the Saint Envoy—such a psychological blow to the tribe's morale.
But truly, he hadn't intended to act on it; after all, it was those people he wanted to teach, not Sisi. Toying with her wouldn't that be bullying...
Sisi's kneeling was merely a show of religious etiquette for others to see. Between them, such rituals had never existed. Earlier, when she had come to call him for a meal and a maid knelt down, Sisi had casually pulled her up without a second thought; there was no such intention.
