A Prop?

Yu Weimin's eyes narrowed at that as he stared at the Emperor's face. The corners of his mouth twitched. He could tell it was something related to him and his husband, but the damned Emperor wasn't opening his mouth and his complicated glance toward them kept on getting more and more frustrating.

His fingers twitched. He wished he could just grab the other's collar and give the man a good beating, but he still took a deep breath and curbed his anger.

After all, that was still his brother-in-law. He couldn't just be unbridled and beat someone up just because they were annoying. He suddenly felt a warm palm covering his hands, intertwining their fingers.

He looked over and found Qi Jingguo shaking his head and also patting the back gently as if trying to soothe his lover's anger. Only then did Yu Weimin calm down.