An zixuan sat in front of the dressing table and carefully applied his makeup.
Looking at the reflection in the bronze mirror, this delicate and fair face did not have any haggardness from the life in the palace in his previous life.
Now that he had just recovered from a serious illness, he actually looked a little pitiful and weak.
An zixuan raised his hand and gently touched her face. His eyes flashed with a bit of absent-mindedness, but in the blink of an eye, his eyes became determined.
In this life, he didn't want to have the same ending as in his previous life.
After changing his clothes and dressing up, an zixuan was about to head out to Chaoyang Palace when he was stopped by Fuuma.
An zixuan was confused. ??? "
"My Lord, His Majesty is busy today, so he probably won't be free to see you ..." Hiroshi toughened his scalp and said.
