In the secret realm, time flashed by, and two months had already passed.
Qi Yu watched as the two concubines courted death in various ways, all while keeping a close eye on every move Cang Ming made.
A few days ago, a message came from Luoyue Country, stating that Noble Consort Jiang had already caused the Emperor and the Empress to drift apart completely.
"That idiot Jiang, she's still there feeling pleased with herself, not knowing that Cang Ming is simply using her," Qi Yu thought of Noble Consort Jiang's foolish and arrogant demeanor, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Li Mingjue, fearing that she might get too worked up, changed the subject, "Have you noticed something these past few days?"
"What is it?" Qi Yu's train of thought was indeed diverted, and she turned to ask.
Li Mingjue stood up and then reached out his hand toward the person sitting in the artificial mountain.
Qi Yu placed her hand into his palm, still somewhat baffled, "What's this for?"
