Wen Xian was speechless.
Fu min's question was very heart-wrenching as she didn't even know her husband's name. If it wasn't for the fact that Wen Xian didn't have any feelings for her, he would have fainted from anger.
The attendant beside him heard this.
He almost burst out laughing.
However, he managed to hold it in, and his body trembled like a sieve.
The man in the snow-white robe opened his thin lips and coldly glanced at Fu min, ""I'm Wen Xian."
Fu Shang didn't think that there was anything wrong with what he just asked. He nodded his head to show that he understood. After saying that, he walked into the palace.
"The name is not bad."
Wen Xian was speechless.
He followed behind Fu Shang, maintaining a distance between them.
*
After washing up.
Fu Shang slowly wiped his hair. His mind was filled with thoughts about Wen Xian, so he didn't hold back and accidentally pulled off two strands of hair.
