Wuxin stood respectfully aside, wishing he could quickly run away, as he felt he was unnecessary.
Han Moze shot Wuxin a look, which made his body tense up, then flatly said, "You may leave. If there you get any news, quickly report back."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wuxin clenched his hands, forced himself to calmly turn and walk off with a rattled look upon his stern face. The emperor was as sweet as can be with the empress, but when he had to face him, he didn't conceal his ruthless nature in the slightest. Wuxin was truly afraid.
Han Moze watched as Wuxin walked out, then turned his head and looked at Liu Rushuang with extreme gentleness.
"Shuang'er, we'll go after we get married," he said with a smile and face filled with love and affection.
"Yes," replied Liu Rushuang with a grin and nod.
Three days later, Han Moze, Liu Rushuang, Lian Jiuhua, Piao Piao, Han Moxi, and Qing'er rode a horse to explore the suburbs.
