C197 Bewitchment

As if the devil was whispering in her ear, Noble Consort Jing's voice was soft to the extreme, making one accept it from the heart to the body.

Consort Shu's hand that was holding the teacup loosened and tightened. The struggle on her face made people understand her current heart.

In fact, to be honest, it was still because Consort Shu had too little experience. As for Noble Consort Jing