Chen Yi, lost in his indulgence, let slip a moment of distraction.
Qin Qingluo caught the fleeting opportunity but remained remarkably composed, allowing it to pass.
The lustful fool posed no real obstacle to her grand plans; in that instant, she realized this.
After a long kiss, Chen Yi met the proud and dismissive gaze of the princess. She chuckled faintly and declared with unparalleled calmness, "To risk one's life over trifles, yet fear for it when chasing greatness—such is the mark of mediocrity."
Half-buried in the tall woman's embrace, Chen Yi retorted, "And what of it? Do you not wonder why I would go to such lengths to save you?"
As his words lingered, Qin Qingluo casually let go of his hand.
The princess sneered, "Whore, I'll reward you once more."
Her words hung in the air; she gazed at him with cold anticipation.
Chen Yi did not refute her. "Respectfully, I'll accept your grace."
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