"The spatial transmission array's empty shells?" Crocodile Immortal Lord, his face full of fury, froze for a moment before calming down and asking, "Those little silver balls I saw back then?"
Yue Qianchou immediately put on an expression of thank heavens and cupped his hands toward him. "It's good that you remembered, Old Demon. My injustice has finally been washed clean. You've seen how those things are used too. Every one used means one less." Then he spread his hands at Ji Wu. "Your Majesty the Empress, please see clearly! I truly am powerless for the time being."
"I warn you, don't call me Empress!" Ji Wu said through gritted teeth. Before she had understood the truth of the matter, she had said something that left her wishing she could burrow into the ground. Now, she could only use anger to cover her shame and indignation.
Yue Qianchou repeatedly agreed with a fawning face. So long as the matter could be settled peacefully, he did not mind suffering a little grievance. To him, whether one had face or not depended on who got the last laugh, never on a momentary loss of dignity. He had never considered himself a gentleman, nor did he mind admitting that he was a petty man.
Yet the sight made Ji Wu's stomach churn. The reason she had blurted out such unbecoming words earlier was that, from the few tunes she had heard, she had taken Yue Qianchou for a talented scholar of overflowing brilliance. The more beautiful a woman was, the more she yearned for that sort of scholar-and-beauty romance. With a trace of admiration in her heart, she had spoken without thinking.
But now, she nearly vomited. She only hated herself for being blind, for nearly offering herself to a flattering, sycophantic petty