Cheng Ying spoke, seemingly affectionately leaning towards Yue Jinghua's ear,
As soon as she got close, a refreshing medicinal fragrance enveloped them, giving one the illusion of being slightly intoxicated.
Upon seeing this, Long Jiuzun's expression darkened, glaring at the two with a sinister look.
Cheng Ying's temperament is unpredictable—cold one moment, hot the next. Among the officials, she is the most elusive.
Even though Long Jiuzun tried to please her in every way, she remained indifferent and distant, never once taking the initiative to get closer.
Yet today, her approach to Yue Jinghua was out of the ordinary, which inevitably made Long Jiuzun jealous.
"I want a Summoning Holy Artifact," Cheng Ying whispered with slightly parted red lips, breathing a warm whisper into Yue Jinghua's ear, making her earlobe burn.
"What a vixen," Yue Jinghua rubbed her ear, finally understanding why even someone as haughty as Long Jiuzun would be utterly captivated by Cheng Ying.
