In Qi Jingshen's mind's eye,
he was the villain in some trashy, third-rate novel. He had used a devious ploy to lure the Princess's guards away, and then he would...
'And then what would he do?'
For some reason, the image of Yu Lan kissing Huo Zhanting and Su Xingye flashed through Qi Jingshen's mind, and his heart began to THUMP THUMP THUMP uncontrollably.
He had already lured Huo Zhanting and Su Xingye away. In a moment, it wouldn't matter how much Yu Lan struggled, got angry, or even bit him.
'He could indulge himself to his heart's content...'
Qi Jingshen lifted a corner of the Royal Tent's flap, and his fantasy shattered instantly.
Yu Lan, seated on the throne in the very center of the Royal Tent, gave a little wave. Her tone was relaxed as if she had been expecting him all along.
"Hey! You're here."
Alarm bells screamed in his head. A sense of crisis flooded him, and his body reacted faster than his mind. Qi Jingshen spun around, ready to bolt out of the Royal Tent.
