I had almost forgotten about it, but now that he brought it up, the scene from just now flooded back into my mind.

It felt like everything in front of me was just a blur of white.

In an instant, Su An's ears turned bright red from bottom to top.

She quickly looked away, her lips twitching slightly, and her toes gripping the soles of her shoes tightly.

Oh my god! This is so embarrassing, someone please save her!

Meanwhile, after a passionate encounter, Li Wanyue lay limp in Chu Yi's arms, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.

Chu Yi put one arm around her waist and wrapped the other around her hair a few times, raising an eyebrow to remind her.

"Did you see Miss Li making love with me just now, Imperial Uncle?"

His words showed no concern, but rather a gloating tone.

Li Wanyue's expression froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, raised her hand, and gently traced a few lines on Chu Yi's chin with her fingertips, her charming tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"So what? He's just a cripple. If it weren't for Your Majesty, I would have stopped putting on this act of loving marriage with him long ago."

"But when does Your Majesty intend to grant me a formal title and welcome me into the palace?"

As she spoke, she moved even closer, burying her head in Chu Yi's chest.

Upon hearing her mention this, Chu Yi lowered his gaze, a fleeting look of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Li Wanyue's hair, teasing her with a smile, his words carrying a hint of allure.

"It's not the right time yet, let's wait a bit longer."

"Once he dies, I will order the Ministry of Rites to welcome you into the palace in the grand style of an imperial concubine, with an eight-bearer sedan chair!"