Qing Chen and Ji Chengjing spoke at the same time.
As she bowed, her frost-white palace gown tightened around her waist, making her already exceptionally full breasts stand out even more.
A few strands of long black hair slipped down beside her ears.
"Today, I am not commanding Governor-General Qing as a Noble Consort of Great Jin."
"I am merely asking as a mother that you accept Jing'er, teach him cultivation, and protect him so he can establish himself safely in the Northwestern Circuit."
A Noble Consort bowed.
All she sought was the formal bond of master and disciple!
Something flickered through Qing Chen's eyes, and he stepped aside rather than accept her bow.
At the same time, an invisible surge of Magnetic Origin Power supported Consort Nian's arms, preventing her from bowing any farther.
"Your Highness, you truly do me far too great an honor."
"What virtue or ability do I possess to dare accept your bow? The Pacify-the-West Commandery Prince is His Majesty's own son and bears the Imperial House's legacy. Surely countless renowned masters and True Lords could instruct him. What I cultivate are Blood Art, Primordial Magnetism, and Body Tempering techniques. I truly am unsuited to be His Highness's teacher."
"Please withdraw your command, Your Highness. Otherwise, even ten thousand deaths could never enable me to shoulder this karmic burden."
His words remained an unhesitating refusal.
Consort Nian slowly straightened. Rather than look at Qing Chen again, she turned toward Ji Chengjing, whose expression was ugly.
"Jing'er."
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in Ji Chengjing's heart.
"Kneel!"
Ji Chengjing abruptly raised his head.
"Mother!"
"I have already gone to Yanmen Pass twice in person, and he, Qing Chen, avoided seeing me! Today, you even risked leaving Suzhou to come to Liangzhou and plead with him in