In the great hall, three individuals—a master with his two disciples—were seated and standing; Gongsun Qingyue stood behind Jiang Li, massaging his temples, while Tianxuan sat next to him, her hand resting on the armrest of his chair.
The fair and slender jade-like hand should have been holding Jiang Li's right hand, transmitting True Qi, but now, Tianxuan was only pretending to do so. Jiang Li's right hand had already slipped inside her palace outfit, feeling the cream-like smoothness beneath.
'You lecherous brat, your audacity knows no bounds.'
Even with Tianxuan's temperament, she couldn't help but curse Jiang Li inwardly at this moment.
Yet she couldn't expose him or make any significant movements lest she disrupt the illusion.
