Those narrow, long eyes were looking at him with a smile, seemingly frivolous at first glance, but upon careful observation, clearly filled with coldness.
Though merely a lowly male consort, his posture standing on the jade steps seemed as if he held the entire world in his hands!
Xia Xianning was momentarily dazed but quickly regained his composure. Luo Yingbai had deliberately removed all talismans and magical artifacts from him. Ghostly shadows began to gather around.
Xia Xianning formed a hand seal, silently chanting an incantation, and flicked his finger. A transparent bubble floated up, flying towards the two actors unnoticed.
Dai Weijie was completely unaware, but from Luo Yingbai’s perspective, Xia Xianning had laid a single-layer barrier around them, trapping the ghosts inside, allowing entry but no exit.
Luo Yingbai, a top-tier actor since childhood, found it easy to pretend to notice nothing. However, two female ghosts were now hanging on either shoulder, breathing into his ear.
Unable to make big movements, Luo Yingbai gritted his teeth and endured, maintaining his smile. He walked down the jade steps and casually stepped on the two ghosts attempting to lift his robe and hug his thighs, crushing them into ghost pancakes.
With just a smile and a walk, Li Sheng’s momentum was completely suppressed. In a moment of hesitation, Ling’an Jun approached.
As he moved, his long robe sleeves gently rose in the wind.
His eyes glanced sideways, saying lightly, “What did Li Daren just discuss with the Emperor?”
The tone was frivolous, yet being so close made Li Sheng involuntarily want to step back.
He collected himself, lowering his eyes, and said calmly, “Women should not interfere in politics. Since Ling’an Jun is in the inner palace, you should behave.”
Ling’an Jun had delicate features but sharp sword-like eyebrows that became particularly intimidating when slightly raised. He finally looked directly at Li Sheng, observing for a moment before suddenly letting out a cold snort and reaching out to brush a strand of hair hanging on Li Sheng’s chest.
“If you truly believe the inner palace can confine a person, then why risk angering the Emperor today by exposing my identity?”
The soft words entered his ear, and Li Sheng was shocked, suddenly looking up: “You actually know? You indeed have ill intentions!”
