"What?" Chu Qianli was so startled that her hand trembled, and her chopsticks clattered onto the table.
She looked at Chu Jiangnan, her eyes full of shock.
"Your Majesty, forgive my impudence, but may I ask, aren't you suspecting me of being a spy? And yet you still want to confer upon me the title of consort?"
What kind of international joke is this? She had never even considered it.
In her heart, although he was unparalleled in beauty and possessed a kind of intoxicating magic,
he was an elder, after all!
Just like the Prince, he was also an elder.
Even if he was still young, an elder is an elder, how could he be someone to jokingly flirt with?
For some reason, she didn't feel this way about Uncle Nine.
But facing this stunning monarch before her, she just felt that he ought to be an elder she should respect.
A strange certainty.
"Your Majesty..."
However, Chu Jiangnan didn't intend to talk to her any longer. He stood up and walked away.