Early morning, June Fifteenth.
Day had barely begun to break when Wu Youji rose.
He had deliberately put on a brand-new brocade robe that day, his hair bound beneath a jade crown. He carefully adjusted his appearance before a bronze mirror, an irrepressible smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.
He had tossed and turned all night, thinking of nothing but how, beneath tonight's full moon, he would make that impossibly arrogant woman who had subjected him to endless humiliation beg pitifully for mercy beneath him. The thought was like the strongest aphrodisiac, setting all the blood in his body boiling!
Li Lingyue... tonight, I'll show you the price of ignoring me!
He finished washing and dressing.
Suppressing his excitement, he once again headed to the Yao Light Hall, where Li Lingyue lived, to "pay his respects."
This had become his routine of late, both a show for outsiders to maintain his image of devotion and a means of probing for information.
However, he had only just reached the corridor outside the Yao Light Hall.
A figure appeared before him like a ghost, blocking his path.
Lady Guizhou, Zhao Lanjun.
Zhao Lanjun calmly offered a bow, her gaze sharp as a blade. "Please stop here, Prince Consort. Her Highness attended to affairs of state until late last night. She is feeling somewhat unwell today and needs quiet rest. She cannot receive visitors."
Wu Youji stopped in his tracks, a barely perceptible flash of wild delight crossing his eyes. Somewhat unwell? Unable to receive visitors? Could it be... the weakness in her cultivation method, "The Haughty Dragon Has Regret," had already begun to manifest ahead of time?
That must be it! Daoist Xuan Zhenzi spoke the truth!
He forcibly suppressed the smug smile threatening to spill across his face and