Artemis sat confusedly on his lap, the blanket in her hands fell to the floor, "What's going on with this man?"
"You haven't answered my question, do you think I'm a good emperor?" A rare hint of vulnerability flashed through him.
She sighed lightly: "You are indeed a good emperor." He wouldn't go if he did get the result. Just give him an answer and send him off as soon as possible. But the words were from the bottom of her heart.
He snapped her shoulders, forcing their eyes to meet, his thin lips tugged, seemingly with mockery, but his eyes were extraordinarily solemn, "Even if I am an emperor who killed my father and brother to ascend to the throne?"
Just finished, he regretted, why he would be so concerned about her thoughts. She was silent, his heart even suddenly sprang up a panic, as if he was afraid to hear the negative answer. He unconsciously clasped her shoulders tighter, holding his breath and waiting.
