That was a crude way to put it.
What should have been a display of skill sounded like some lewd, intimate affair.
Ji Qingwu instantly understood why someone as ethereal as Princess Hua Chang would repeatedly lose her composure around him.
As if oblivious to Ji Qingwu's discomfort, Wei Chi Lianping continued, "His Majesty's Xuanyuan Bow… Every soldier in the army dreams of drawing it just once, but the Emperor has never let anyone else so much as touch it. He treasures it more than his own wife."
He arched a brow with a grin. "And yet, he let *you* touch it. Do you know what that means?"
'What that means...'
The words were coarse, but the logic held.
Princess Hua Chang didn't interrupt the brute.
She fell into thought. She hadn't attended the palace banquet a few days prior, as she wasn't one for crowds. Thus, she hadn't seen the Emperor holding this young woman as he shot an arrow.
