Fu Ning, though puzzled, obediently complied and soon retreated from Chu Qianli's room.
In the bedroom, there were no others left.
Chu Qianli set down her cup and spoke indifferently, "Does Prince Yexuan enjoy the evening breeze so much?"
"Do you wish for me to smash through your roof and come down directly?" That voice from above the roof was low, utterly cold, its chill seeming to instantly penetrate one's heart.
A trace of something flashed in Chu Qianli's eyes.
That dog of a man's martial arts had deepened by another layer.
He could now transmit his voice using his Inner Strength in such a way that, apart from those he allowed, no one else could hear it.
Looking across the entire Cangqiong Continent, there were likely only a few who could achieve this.
"If I'm not mistaken, Prince Yexuan, you went to Nanming this time to pose a marriage proposal. Showing up in my room in the middle of the night, would you be willing to let this matter be discovered?"
