The soft, lilting way she said "Ming Yan" instantly threw Emperor Wu Su's breathing into disarray.
The sight of Ji Qingwu before him, clad in crimson wedding robes, was enough to make his heart race, to say nothing of her teasing.
Zhao Mingyan leaned in, heading straight for her lips.
But Ji Qingwu smilingly raised her wine cup, blocking him. He stared coldly at the cup between them.
"Didn't you tell me to have a taste?"
Ji Qingwu shook her head and pressed the cup to his lips.
"I said the wedding wine is very sweet. Your Majesty, please taste this first."
Zhao Mingyan didn't refuse this time. The arm around her waist tightened as he took the Dragon and Phoenix Cup from her.
They linked arms, tilted their heads back, and drank the wine.
The thirty-year-old vintage was sharp and pungent. Ji Qingwu fought back the burning sensation in her nose, frowning as she prepared to down the liquor in one go.
