"You, say it again?"
The Emperor, who was sitting in a high position, had a calm and beautiful face. His dark eyes stared at the two people below the stage without blinking.
The words that came out of his thin lips were dangerous.
Following Yan Xun's line of sight, she saw ...
It was a young man who looked like a scholar. He was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He had a straight posture, but he had the unique sickly and bookish air of a scholar.
His appearance was delicate and delicate, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be carefully drawn. It was a kind of beauty that was not aggressive. When delicate and delicate to the extreme, it was a stunning beauty.
A kind of light and stunning beauty.
The young man looked over gently and smiled faintly.
"Your Majesty, I am here to look for my wife."
"As for who this one's wife is, I believe that His Majesty will be able to tell."
