Such a delicate and pliant demeanor.
Any more and it would have been contrived. Any less, and she would have lacked allure.
Even tempered steel could be made to wrap around one's finger.
Emperor Wu Su gave a slight nod.
Ji Qingwu's eyes instantly brightened. "Your Majesty has already said that I am foolish," she cooed softly. "I certainly don't possess Your Majesty's peerless talent and divine might. I implore Your Majesty to show me the way."
Flattery that doesn't disgust the listener is a true art form.
And Ji Qingwu was quite gifted in this art.
Her dark, glistening eyes would lock onto you, filled with such trust and dependence that one couldn't bear to betray that faith.
Emperor Wu Su watched her and said slowly, "There is a way. The question is whether you have the courage for it."
The last thing Ji Qingwu wanted was a paddling tomorrow, so she asked urgently, "What is this solution?"
"Come here."
'Where?'
The Emperor hadn't specified.
