Beauty Wen suddenly felt dejected.
He slowly sat down again and waved at an zixuan. His thin lips opened and he said weakly, ""You should leave. I don't want to see you now."
With that, the Wenxian beauty covered her forehead with her hand, not looking at the person in front of her.
His meaning couldn't be more obvious.
I really don't want to see you. You're just dirtying my eyes by standing here.
An zixuan was speechless.
He was dumbfounded by Wen Xian's scolding.
He started to doubt his life.
Was he really that bad?
No talent, no looks, no virtue?
An zixuan was half-dead from anger, but before he could flip out, he was half-thrown out of Weiyang Palace by the palace attendant. He left in a daze and floated to the Imperial Garden like a ghost.
He was angry and anxious.
