Suddenly, Wuhan realized he was completely alone with the breathtaking woman.
Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
His chest tightened, his throat going dry as his mind scrambled for something intelligent to say.
The fearless prince who had been ready to execute justice moments ago was now fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve, his cheeks burning hot in the cool night air.
'Get a grip, Wuhan! You are a prince of the Feng Empire!' he screamed at himself internally, his heart slamming against his ribs. 'Why are my hands shaking?!'
Mu Qing, however, seemed entirely oblivious to his sudden nervousness.
She turned toward him with absolute serenity, her pristine white-and-gold robes swaying gracefully as she gestured toward the open doorway of her cottage.
"The night is cold, Young Officer," Mu Qing said smoothly, her voice flowing like warm silk. "Since you have come so far to render aid, would you care to step inside for a cup of warm tea?"
