Ji Qingwu replayed the matter of the performance in her mind, and her eyes suddenly widened.
'If I'm not mistaken...'
'It must be about those few glances I gave Li Chengxun during the palace banquet.'
What was the big deal? When you see a beautiful sight you've never seen before, who can resist looking?
Ji Qingwu tried to guess Emperor Wu Su's thoughts. 'It's probably a man's competitive spirit acting up. Just as women compete over beauty, men must do the same.'
So, Ji Qingwu said impartially, "I didn't only look at Mr. Li, Your Majesty. I looked at you, too."
Emperor Wu Su raised an eyebrow. "When did you look?"
This time, Ji Qingwu began to stammer. Every time she loosed an arrow, she would turn back to search for his gaze. When she missed, she sought reassurance. When she hit the target, she wanted to share her joy.
When it came to archery, she truly held Emperor Wu Su in high regard.
But to say it out loud at this moment would make her seem like she had ulterior motives.
