Ji Qingwu looked at the Emperor, a playful smile on her face as she raised an eyebrow. "Mom, with the True Dragon Emperor himself in the room, I'm not afraid of any evil spirits. Nothing will happen to me."
At her words, the icy aura surrounding the True Dragon Emperor himself seemed to thaw considerably.
Mrs. Qiao noticed this change and sighed inwardly before curtsying and taking her leave.
Ji Qingwu walked Mrs. Qiao to the door, where she whispered, "Mom, don't worry about me. Go play with Jiu Jiu for now. I'll be over in a bit."
Duan Mingfeng was still standing by the window, so she couldn't say much more.
Ji Qingwu went back into the room. Just as she closed the door...
A familiar scent of agarwood enveloped her from behind. Before she could even flash the smile she had prepared, a hand seized her waist, pressing her against the dark gold trim of the doorframe.
Luckily, the door opened inward. Otherwise, the force would have surely shoved Ji Qingwu right back outside.
