Fu Shang nodded.
Her line of sight fell on the room full of birds, and a smile flashed in her long and narrow peach-shaped eyes. A melodious and gorgeous voice rang out, with an inexplicable hint of enchantment and temptation.
"Zhen also thinks so."
Fu Shang then propped up his chin with interest and looked at the beautiful men in front of him with appreciation. His gaze stopped on Chu xiange, and his eyes were as clear as the moon.
Because this person was good-looking, she took a few more glances at him.
From Wen Xian's point of view, Fu Qianqian was looking at the young man below the stage with a lecherous expression, as if she had not seen a man in eight hundred years.
Wen Xian was speechless.
Ha.
Chu xiange also noticed Fu Shang's gaze and his heart skipped a beat. However, he remained calm on the surface and even smiled at the Empress.
She secretly increased her favorability.
