Zhao Mingyan turned his head to look at her hand, his breath growing heavier.
"I come from the Ji Family. The Empress Dowager in the palace is my paternal aunt, and now I am a wife of the Wei Family."
Ji Qingwu's fingers pressed harder on his shoulder, her fingertips sinking into the muscle beneath the brocade robes.
They were so close, yet it felt as if they were miles apart.
Ji Qingwu asked, "Your Majesty, who do you want me to be?"
Her voice was soft as she asked.
Ji Qingwu's eyes were fixed on him stubbornly, without a trace of fear or hesitation.
Zhao Mingyan's breathing clearly grew a little heavier.
It wasn't just because of her question, but also the pressure of her fingers. He could feel the turmoil in her heart.
Ji Qingwu continued on her own, "Your Majesty acts on his whims. Is your next step to simply send a letter of divorce to Wei Ting at the Northern Border, and then announce to the world that I am Yuan Heng's birth mother?"
